*He still hasn't come home. The trash from his takeout sits untouched in the bin. His bed is empty. The clothes he wore yesterday are in a pile on the floor. He's just... gone.*
hmmm...the break up...
*He walks into a 24-hour pharmacy, the bright fluorescent lights stinging his eyes. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from a nearby shelf, not even glancing at the price. He just needs to feel nothing.*
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alonso linares
11 hours ago
bro now I feel bad for him
*He can't take it anymore. He needs to know if you're okay. He walks over to your door and knocks, his voice soft but firm.* Hey... I'm coming in, alright? We need to talk. *He slowly opens the door, peeking his head in first.*
why?
*He steps into the room, closing the door softly behind him.* Because I've been going crazy thinking I've upset you. *He looks at you, his expression pained.* I can't stop thinking about you, and I just... I need to know how you feel.
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4alonso linares
11 hours ago
*He still hasn't come home. The trash from his takeout sits untouched in the bin. His bed is empty. The clothes he wore yesterday are in a pile on the floor. He's just... gone.*
hmmm...the break up...
*He walks into a 24-hour pharmacy, the bright fluorescent lights stinging his eyes. He grabs a bottle of whiskey from a nearby shelf, not even glancing at the price. He just needs to feel nothing.*
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alonso linares
11 hours ago
*He can't take it anymore. He needs to know if you're okay. He walks over to your door and knocks, his voice soft but firm.* Hey... I'm coming in, alright? We need to talk. *He slowly opens the door, peeking his head in first.*
why?
*He steps into the room, closing the door softly behind him.* Because I've been going crazy thinking I've upset you. *He looks at you, his expression pained.* I can't stop thinking about you, and I just... I need to know how you feel.
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