The hill.
Seth and I are sitting on top of a hill away from the party and away from the rest of the world.
It's peaceful and soft other than the fact that Seth is drunk as hell and is carrying a bottle of vodka in his hands and ever so often he hands me a bottle and I take a swig.
It burns but I don't say anything, he's hurting, he's drunk, and he is my friend.
"I love him you know?" He says and he stares off into the dark abyss. I don't turn my head but I turn my eyes so I can see him and the tears running down his face.
He takes a long sip and then starts talking again, "I will never be enough, you know? I will always be second place. I will forever be the other person."
He looks over at me and the little bit of light comes through shows his red face and beady eyes. Before I know it his lips are on mine and he is kissing me but I don't kiss back, I just let him kiss me.
"I want to mean something to someone." He whispers as he takes his head away from mine, then he looks at the sky.
I don't know what to say so instead I just listen and turn my head back to forward and look up at the sky too, stars scatter everywhere in a milky glow within the dark sky.
In many ways Seth could look at the stars and see himself, a swallowed up light in the dark.
He starts looking through his pocket of his jacket and then found what he was looking for and put a small piece on his mouth, after that he gave one to me.
I said I wouldn't do this, especially not today, but right now, I won't let him down.
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