offiiction:
Persephone frowns. The woman’s words register, as do her bitterness. Yet that doesn’t deter Persephone. It takes more than a little bitterness to do that. She’s had worse. “It’s never too late. Every moment is a chance to make a new start.”
“I don’t want a new fucking start,” she rumbles plainly, keeping her eyes on her glass. “I’ve tried it once already and I really wouldn’t fucking recommend it to anyone.”
God, why does everyone say this shit to her? Second chances, new starts. They don’t understand what it’s like to be haunted, to try and bury demons only for them to resurface every night until all you can do to quell them is drink and drink and drink.











