aceofwhump reblogged
He was upset. He didn’t have a specific reason why. He was upset about everything. So he wasn’t thinking.
He did what he usually did. When he hated himself. Hated everyone around him. Hated everything.
He went out.
It didn’t matter where to, as long as there were people there. Friday nights, this was typically easier, with the nightlife. A nightclub would be a good spot— a bar even better. He ended up choosing a bar. Somewhere close to his apartment. He waited until nine. That way, the crowds that had flocked out would have had ample time to get deep enough into their liquor. He walked the handful of blocks it took, not even feeling the cold. Instead, feeling oddly separated from himself…like he usually did when he did this.