Disclaimer: Not mine, but damn that'd be nice!
AN's: This little collection of drabbles is inspired by my desire to try my hand at writing. Hidingfromsomeone was gracious enough to provide the prompts for me, and kind enough to even tell me they didn't suck. I hope you all can enjoy them.
For this first prompt I've actually written the same thing in three different versions. It was the first one she gave me, sort of to test the waters, so to speak. It will be the only of these prompts with different versions. I'm only posting all three because I couldn't decide which I liked best.
You know the drill: remove the spaces and ( ) for the photo link.
Photo Prompt 1: Whiskey Photo
http (:) /greeneyedgirly2 (.) tumblr (.) com/post/2929510286/photo-prompt-1
Pairing: Edward/Bella (or anyone of your choosing)
She didn't deserve this fate, but I do.
She warned me, but I never did listen.
All I had to do was man up. Be who she needed me to be. Be who she wanted me to be.
And now it's too late. When she walked out of that door she not only left me, but she left this life behind her. Now, I sit here with my bottle of whiskey, surrounded by all of her things. Things she'll never come back for. Things she'll never have the chance to miss.
And why, you ask?
Because, I didn't deserve her.
Karma is a bitch.
A bitch that always catches up with you.
I treated her like shit; and now she's gone. She loved me, wanted me, needed me; and now she's gone. She gave it her all; and now she's gone.
What did I give? Nothing.
And now we're both left with nothing. Her body, her loving personality, her zealousness for life. They are all victims of a man who couldn't love her enough.
A half empty bottle of whiskey is all the comfort I'm left with. And it will never match her warmth.
Warmth that died with her.
Jack Daniel's is a strange sort of friend. He gives you warmth and comfort when you need it the most. But then he leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pounding head when your mind lifts from the fog he surrounded you in.
You rise the next morning and look at your surroundings. Everything is exactly in its place. Except… You can't help but to feel like something is missing.
Suddenly it hits you like a ton of bricks. Her. She's missing. Where is she?
She's in the grave you might as well have dug yourself.
AN's: So, what do you think? Should I continue? Give up while I'm ahead?
Maybe let me know which of the three was your favorite?