The Love of the bottle
By Acidbuk

The age of the dusty bar could clearly be seen in its furniture and owner. The wooden furniture and old paintings gave it an antique feel to it the stranger sat at the bar, his hair covering his face, he starred at his drink, studying it, analysing it but never drinking it

He could see himself at the bottom of it, this was his way out, his escape and his… release. He drank alone. He wanted to get drunk, to kill the pain, the pain that couldn't be healed by modern medicine, he had shed his tears, he wanted to drink to forget but he found he drank to remember. To try and accept what had been said, what had been done and what could not be undone.

It made him sick to his stomach that he was so weak, so helpless. "An element of chance" he said to his drink, she was the bottom of every bottle.

"When you factor in an eliminate of chance all there is, is chaos"

As much as sense as his drunken sense could muster, he wanted to go to her, say the things he didn't say before it was too late, before the damage was irreparable but he found couldn't move through fear.

He was afraid, for the first real time in his short existence, he was afraid for something, normally fear didn't bother him. However this time it was different, what did he fear? He couldn't place it himself
He felt like a grain of sand in a sandstorm spiralling out of control and his head spinning, was this the Alcohol he had come to love so much? No he knew he wasn't THAT drunk, this was something else.

Why hadn't he told her how much she meant to him? He felt pathetic, uncertain and a sick kind of twisted about him. He wanted to know if everything would be all right, however there were no easy answers and none anyone but she could give it was something that lacked explanations. Things were so unresolved.

That was what he feared.

A decision either way he could handle. A yes, he could take another step and no he could morn and move on but when things are uncertain, its like being trapped in a kind of limbo you can not step forward nor can you go back, your frozen, trapped of the other persons will. Only they can free you from this existence.

He looked over at his friends in the corner laughing and joking about various things, he wanted to join in yet couldn't bring himself to, they may as well have been a thousand miles away even though they were only across the room.

He returned to look at the new bottle he had ordered, his one true friend and a love that would never reject him. It would always be there for him to provide him with an escape and it would always offer to him the one thing he truly wanted, its unconditional love.