❛ are you drunk? ❜
three word
“ No, no, of course not! ”
And he laughs, he laughs like he couldn’t have laughed before meeting the bottom of the bottle still on his hand, he laughs like he wasn’t able to while being caught by sad memories of loss of many kinds, he laughs like he’s hiding everything that ever hurt him because he knows he shouldn’t feel like that, but he does. He has a proper job that keeps him busy most part of the day each day, a proper roof above his head wil walls to match and a bed where to rest, he has proper meals to fill his stomach... but nothing is enough to fill the emptiness inside a soul that went through a lot more than its owner dares to accept.
He has Jolly, too, even if most of the time the man seems to slip past his fingers like sand or water, becoming thin air as Jules can’t breathe. He has Jolly, but he knows that Jolly belongs only to himself. Sometimes the loneliness is hard to bare, mostly when he let his guard down and memories find him weak and vulnerable.
He laughs, but the sound is bitter and the smile doesn’t reach his eyes.












