the day after
was as it normally was.
she left.
he stayed.
but this time,
it was different.
grayson found himself
letting go.
nearly not caring at all.
he grabbed her clear glass bottle
from the cabinet
and inspected it.
he had never drank before,
besides the occasional beer
while he was out.
soon enough
he felt the hard,
burning vodka
slide down his throat.
he winced
but the bottle
never left
his hand.
he felt himself become
numb
and the world
around him
drifted away.
he was tired of caring,
trying,
crying.
he was
just
tired.
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unfaithful - g.d
Kurzgeschichten"to him i just cant be true, and i know that he knows im unfaithful and it kills him inside, to know that i am happy with some other guy." - **Mature content, a warning will be posted in the beginning of the book and chapter**
