His vision was slightly turvy, and as he looked up at the sky, all he could see was an expanse of dark blue emptiness, stars hidden by the bright lights of the city. But that was a fitting expression, wasn’t it? Lights deemed by another.
Cayden had always preferred to stay in the shadows, and they had always been so close, even before the Sire bond, that his twin had understood why he preferred to stay in the spotlight. Have many surrounding him.
It hurt. Or better yet, it hurt that there was a space on him that was empty, there was no pain there, pain would be welcome. Pain would be a signal that his twin was still on the body laying on that bed. Fuck, Adrian was supposed to be the wild one, the one that should end up in a coma for a stupid mistake that he did, not Cay.
Cay was the good brother, the responsible one, the one that was always there even if Adrian thought he didn’t need it. And now, just like the stars, he was gone into an abyss that the doctors didn’t know if he would get out of it.
A swig of the bottle of tequila was taken. There was already an empty vodka one by his feet, and he still had two more full, but somehow, not even buzzed he could fill the void.
“Look, I’d choose another bench. I’m not here to share booze or be a good company.” he didn’t even look to the other person @devilsplaybookstarters
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