No Big Deal or Anything

Everything had been washed away, every night, it was like everything was forgotten. That’s what he would tell himself. There was a short period of time where the alcohol overwhelmed him, made him think of everything wrong in his life and everything he had done wrong. It was the only time he could be true to himself. But once he got past that and blacked out, everything was forgotten. All the thoughts, all the worries, everything was gone. And he’d drag himself up the next morning to do everything he had to do to stay alive in a sense. If he didn’t have the walls of the castle, he may have honestly been dead by now. Not because of his mental health even though that was completely destroyed, but because of this carelessness that he lived his life. Something he hid so well outside the walls of this room.

Lost in those thoughts, nearly drunk enough to pass out on his bed was when the bottle flew across the room and shattered on the other side. He didn’t move for a moment. He stared down at the broken bottle maybe as if it was about to jump back up again. His expression showed little reaction honestly, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he had just witnessed or if it had really happened. He looked back down at his half empty bottle, a grunt of an exhale across his lips before he rose up off of his bed and stepped over the shattered glass to the windows of his room. He was probably too far gone in this moment to care of his father’s unknown presence, but honestly what could he say to him if he were actually here? He was completely broken.

"Azzurra & Balthier"