The moonlight burned brightly in her room. It's cold, harden beauty went unnoticed amongst ravaged notebooks and crumpled paper. An hour ago she claimed a new bottle from her car. Between tears and destroyed past she couldn't remember if she closed her front door.
Reading another memory, she smirked in disgust, and took another swig. Crumpling the paper she tossed it towards the door. As she raised the bottle she watched it roll back towards her bed. Bottle still raised she turned towards the door and saw a figure standing there.
"Uhh.. Your door was open," he stammered "you didn't answer your phone."
He stepped carefully around the chaotic sea of brutalized paper, and reached for the bottle. she pulled it closer to her body and punched him square in the chest. the outward aggression felt amazing, she discarded the bottle and continued to pummel. He allowed her weak rampage until the sobs consumed her.
she searched in the blankets and reclaimed the bottle, holding it in one hand, her head rested in the other. She felt the bed shift under his weight as he reached to comfort her He allowed a few more sips before removing the near empty bottle from her grasp. Nestled in his arms, she breathed in his scent. Content, she didn't want to tell him the truth of behind the destroyed work
Sensing her reluctance, he pulled her closer and smoothed a crumpled paper over his knee. She studied his face, waiting for a reaction to confirm she made the right choice by trying to throw them away. A tiny smile slowly showed at the corner of his mouth as his eyes flashed brightly. He opened his mouth to speak soothing words, completely sober in her mind, she reached up and pulled him to her. Closing her eyes she kissed him and whispered thank you.
