Drinking To Cope

There's a daily schedule to Andrews Sebastian's life: work, silence, clean, sleep.

He follows it until it breaks.

Something begins to settle under the surface. Unfamiliar and picking. The kind of thing that doesn't leave once it's noticed, nor with anything else.

So he works, ignoring it. He replaces it with anything that makes the feeling duller, quieter, softer.

Someone stays along.

Through the distance. Through the damage. Through the parts Andrews doesn't know how to fix.

Because some things fade

And some things don't.

March 2024 (Beginning of writing)