"Red, how did you end up like this?" i asked, stumbling over the numerous beer cans that littered his bedroom floor. he scoffed. "Pathetic, right? I'm an alcoholic mess; a lost cause. as those words left his mouth, he hid his face between his hands and began to sob. not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my arms around him. we stood there for a moment, until he looked up from my now tear-soaked shirt. he looked at me, eyes wandering , as if he was studying me. before i knew it, his lips crashed onto mine.
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Lost cause
RomanceRedmond Adams. Ah yes, your stereotypical college asshole. at least that's how everyone, including me, viewed him. that is, until last month. Red has a lot of issues, and being an alcoholic is just one of them.
