Summary: Modern AU/ Inspired by Elvis’ Heartbreak Hotel. Their lives followed different directions, and yet, they try their best to hold on to whatever is left of their love.
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A/N: Okay, first of all, I AM SO SO SORRY!! This story was supposed to have been posted 2 weeks ago, but honestly, guys… These past few weeks have been the most rushed of my life, and I’m just glad they’re over. I won’t take that long to post the next one, I promise. Now, enough with my babbling! I hope you all enjoy this one, and please, leave me your… Honest thoughts regarding this one. Have fun!
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It was a good night for heartbreak.
As expected from mid November, a cold drizzle hit the windows’ glasses around the town, spreading a melancholic feeling everywhere. Curtains were closed, families were already resting in the safety of their homes, and normal people were getting ready for a new, ordinary day that would follow.
Normal, intelligent people that knew loneliness could not be cured with a dose of whiskey.
The hotel’s bar was rather quiet that Wednesday evening. A calm, background music enveloped the entire room, creating the perfect mood for those who just wanted to enjoy their drinks and forget about their days. The bartender— a man whose white locks were already covering half of his head— was listening to the guests’ stories, nodding while filling their cups with whatever flavor of alcohol they had asked him to. Those people had tales to tell, and even if he couldn’t care less about them, Uchiha Sasuke couldn’t help but listen to the tragic stories of hearts that were once loved.
Those were lost people, he learned while sitting on the bar’s stool. Lost and broken people who used to be complete until they lost their significant ones. All the stories were all so sad and dramatic, and some even ended with people claiming their lives had lost their meaning now that they were alone. That was certainly an extreme feeling he could not relate to, yet, if there was one thing he shared with all those people, was the loneliness brought by a wounded heart.
Yes, he knew how that felt very well. He knew how it felt to look around and find no one standing by his side, and he knew how terrible it was to wait up for those who would never come back home. It was a desperate, empty feeling that had been eating him alive for years now, and even if he was supposed to be used to that already, being alone and deprived of love will never stop causing him pain. Those things will sting him until the day he dies, and for as funny as that could be, Sasuke only had himself to blame for his actual condition.
As he took a sip from his Jack Daniel’s, his dark orbs fell on the mahogany bar stained by water marks left by the glasses. At that moment, if he were to be honest, the alcohol had already anesthetized his senses, but not enough to make him forget the very reason why— after so many years— he was drinking at that mediocre place located down at the end of what should be called Lonely Street. Even if he had told himself many times that he would never set foot on that place again, and that he would get a grip on his life, in the end, all his efforts had been useless when he answered his phone earlier that day.
She had called him, after all.