“I messed up. I shouldn’t have kissed him.” Mikel scoffed at these words and shrugged. “Well ain’t that the goddamn truth.” He said back to her and shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes but he didn’t move to push it away. He did watch her grab the camera and put it back up on his desk. In a way, he appreciated it but also was really made that she was being so nice to him. “Can you please not touch my things.” He leaned back as he continued to listen to her words about how she hadn’t seen him in years and how being alone meant they should kiss. He stood up quickly. “Oh, so every time I’m alone with someone I find attractive I should start making out with them? Maybe I should just f*ck them too.” He eyed her and noticed the coat she wore. “Maybe you did that too?” He questioned as he knew it was for a fact his coat. “There had to be more than just kissing obviously seeing as you have those.” He said referring to the hickeys on her neck.
He kicked a pile of pictures as he started to pace in the room. It wasn’t small by any means but he felt like the walls were closing in on him. He bent down and reacher under his bed to find one of the many hidden stashes that had been here for a little under two years now. Did alcohol expire? He wondered as he sat on the floor, leaning with his back on the bed and twisting off the cap. There wasn’t much in the bottle but it was his favorite so he let the rim stay on his lips. He was sitting facing away from Jezebel now, his side profile only visible to her. “Did he bring you here?” He wondered in a quiet voice. His free hand-picked at the hold in his jeans, playing with the frayed edges. “Do I just literally mean absolute sh*t to everyone in my life?” He said aloud but wished it would’ve stayed in his mind.
He finally looked over at her, making direct eye contact but his eyes were empty. They were red and glazed over. He wished he had eye drops because they were starting to burn but that could be because his emotions were starting to get the best of him. “It sucks that your so pretty…” he mumbled with a little smile and then let his head fall back on the bed limply. “I swear to God, I’d never fall in love but f*ck then you showed up and I can’t get enough of it…” He didn’t even really know what he was saying at this point but drunk words are sober thoughts, right? Mikel was spiraling down a slope he never thought he would be going down again.
He took another drink and stood up and walked into the bathroom. Staring at himself in the mirror for a few seconds before he gripped the bottle hard and threw it at his own reflection. He laughed at his own actions and peeked around the bathroom wall to look at her. “Sorry to be rude, did you want some?” He walked back into the room and looked around. “I am sure there’s more where that came from. Stronger things too…” He said but was really talking to himself out loud it just happens that she is in the same room as her. He looked back at her and leaned down on his knees, close to her as she sat on the edge of the bed. Close enough he could touch her but he kept his hands on the bed, on either side of her. “Earlier you said you were the broken one but I think I am actually.” He admitted to her, only another person to hear those types of words was his therapist. “Nothing works, the pills, drowning myself in alcohol. Nothing.” He shook his head at his own thoughts. “I was doing good. I finally had someone who cared for me as much as i cared for them but I guess that was all a lie.”
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