E/O Challenge: Safe

Thanks to Rachelle for helping out whilst Onyx is away


Maybe this time

The whiskey leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, but I don't care, as long as it numbs the pain; as long as it helps me forget. But no matter how much I drink I can't forget; even in alcohol-induced oblivion I can still see his face, hear his voice; still remember he's gone.

He was my brother, but he was more than that.

He was the one I laughed with, the one I cried with, the one I felt safe with.

He was my best friend.

He was my life!

The whiskey tastes bitter. Maybe this time I'll forget.