SUMMARY: Kevin trying to soothe the pain after Halle left the city and went back to Jersey.
WARNING: None.
Looking down at his phone, the tears rolling slowly down his cheeks and along his jaw, only to disappear as they met under his chin, Kevin sniffed loudly, the will to control himself and his emotions long gone as soon as she had texted him again. He had tried his very best to focus on the positive, on the fact that she would come back and wasn't abandoning him, them. But, as the minutes passed and this empty feeling took over, his stomach churning at the realization that she had left without even a second glance, without even kissing him goodbye, or say all those words face to face, the young man hadn't been able to control the sadness from washing over him. The hurt was too much and he couldn't focus on anything else, only on the ways his heart thumped loudly and painfully against his chest and the constant flow of tears that kept streaming down his face.
Deep down, he knew he was being selfish, only centered on his own feelings rather than her own and all the heartache she was going through. She needed some time alone, away from Haven in order to gather her thoughts and move on from the latest bump she had encountered on the road, because that fucking bastard had done the thing he was the best at: hurt her. He hated Sam Evans even more than before in this moment, and he wished he was still around right now, just to be able to punch him and relieve all this frustration that was coursing through his body. For hurting the woman he loved more than anything... and who was hurting him more than she could possibly know with her departure. His fingers shook slightly as he tried to grip the phone tightly, his free hand reaching for the bottle of whisky on the small table before he poured the liquid into the newly empty glass.
He wasn't sure when he had started to gulp down the strong alcohol exactly, but one drink turned to two, then to three, until he finally lost count, his blue eyes only drifting slightly toward the bottle each time he refilled the glass. Soon enough the effect took its toll on him, and his thoughts became more aggressive, toward himself mostly; repeating over and over again how much he didn't deserve anything good in his life. How he would never be enough for anything and anyone. But as he read Halle's next text, he couldn't control the words his fingers typed sloppily on the screen of his iPhone, his mind too far gone to even wonder about the consequences this text could have on the situation. You know what, just forget it. Reading her reply, jaw clenched harshly, Kevin shook his head and threw the phone carelessly on the side, not even bothering to check if it had landed safely on something that wouldn't oblige him to pay for another.
Taking a deep breath, the brunette hoped the action would somewhat help, even a little bit, but all it only achieved was to make him sob loudly, the tears rolling even more along his dampened flesh, fast and almost never ending. As if he wouldn't be able to stop crying any time soon. He was weak, drunk, hurt and he couldn't think straight anymore, couldn't form one single coherent thought. Reaching for the whisky, Kevin didn't bother with the glass this time and threw his head back as he took a huge gulp straight from the bottle, his back hitting the couch and his feet resting against the corner of the table. Sincerely, all he hoped in this moment was for the alcohol to take him out soon enough so he wouldn't have to feel anything anymore. All this pain and the sinking feeling that things would turn even more sour.
