Mar 30, 2015
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BRODIE BUCHANEN : moodboard
All the Same | Self Para
The noise he first heard as he entered the hall was a familiar one. There was always a hint of light coming through, no matter the time. To the ajar door, he knew what he would see without even needing to see. The clanking of bottles only made it so much more familiar. But, no matter what, he would check in on her. Even though he knew, and every piece of his fiber knew what he would see. But, his foolish nature always made him look, always made him peek, in case it was different.. In case she felt better.
He could smell the alcohol from the doorway, the strong scent of wine. That horrid, strong scent he came to hate. But, there was always the hint of roses - her perfume mixed with wine had almost become his favourite scent. The sort of familiar scent that tucked you in at night when you were younger - but soon became the scent of a single room in their large house.
“Mom?” He called out, as he opened the door. No matter how many times he seen it, it was still like a harsh piano chord stuck in his heart. There she was, passed out on the couch, her wine glass not even out of her hand. It spilled on the expensive fur carpet, but he knew his father would only care about the carpet. Swallowing the familiar lump in his throat, he was careful to take the glass out of her hand, careful not to wake her. It was so rarely she was able to sleep, at least, without causing a scene first.
Lifting her up, not that it was a problem, she was getting lighter.. He knew she was wasting away. He was trying so hard to take care of her, but he knew it wasn’t helping.. He brought her to her bed, being careful not to wake her, placing a blanket on her and turning off the light on his way out.
He couldn’t give her one last glance. Not tonight.
[text: J-SONS-OF-ANARCHY] Do you have today's notes? [text: J-SONS-OF-ANARCHY] Can I copy them, please? [text: J-SONS-OF-ANARCHY] Pretty please with a cherry on top and 12 extra cherries within the please?!
{ text: BRUHdie → lol sure they’re suckish i fell asleep shit was boring af }
{ text: BRUHdie → just hold up for a sec lemme hit up my other homie }
{ text: BRUHdie → wait for me xoxo }