Worrying events - Part 2
Written by Blince
Warrence remained upon the bench of the inn, his hands crossed over his chest. For a moment, some of the patrons seemed to think he was awake, though it was found out that he was long since passed out. His face red from emotional pain, and his body seemingly shaking.
His half-brother found him, and took him to his home, where he could do little else but leave him upon his bed and then continue about his business.
Warrence awoke a long time after that, his eyes open to slits as he peered up the ceiling. This broken shell of a man barely hanging onto whatever was keeping him on the planet at this moment, as tears flow effortlessly from his eyes, down his cheeks and onto the bedding.
"It wasn't enough..." was all that seemed to come through his mind, and nothing else even contested that thought. Aellwenn had left him, she'd said that she'd no longer felt love him. After he tried, and tried, to get through the problems they had, to forgive her, she still ended it.
The bottle seemed to be the only thing keeping in step with what Warrence was doing. And thus, this ''friend'' never seemed to far away should he need it...
