Don't Fade Away. With chloeas and thekentboy
Oliver stood on the roof of the clock tower, staring blankly across the city, his elbows resting on the ledge. On one side of him there was a glass of whiskey, and on the other side, the rest of what was left of the bottle. It hadn't taken him long to drink a good half of it, but he was starting to think he was still in shock and not feeling the liquor at all.
Picking up the glass once more, he downed it quickly, and poured himself another.
Dead.
She was dead.
And it was his fault.
Picking up the glass once more, he downed it quickly, and poured himself another.
Dead.
She was dead.
And it was his fault.