Summary: Just someone having a bad time. Cath's POV. Drabble
A/N: It came and went as a flash. Hope you enjoy it.
"I'm sorry" she said.
Words are still echoing in my mind.
I'm alone in the darkness feeling the aroma of alcohol fill the air. I don't have strength to stop. I don't want to stop. I feel at the same time anger and desperation. I'm not capable of crying. I don't know if I'll ever be. The only thing I know is that she's gone.
I don't know how many days I've spent at home. People come, knock at my door, and then go. They know me too well, they know I won't open the door. I want to be alone. I need to be alone. The only one who should come doesn't have enough courage to show up. He stole my love away from me.
Or maybe she has never been mine. All that time we spent together, me thinking I could change her obsession for him and make her love me, was in vain. Now, I know I won't touch her anymore. I won't feel her anymore.
I sold my soul to the devil to have her and I would sell it again to have her back.
Guess another shot will do fine.