Of Drinking Games || Past.
@rkkanggary
The weeks after his wife’s death, he fell deeper and deeper into depression and further and further away from his job and life. He ended up drinking most of time and stuck in bars when he should have been at home, drawing. But he could no longer find the desire to draw. Jiyu had been his sole motivation to follow his dream of drawing and being an artist. He had to put that aside for the sake of his own sanity. But he didn’t realize how far he had fallen down.
He raised a hand for one more drink and found it in front of him. He was messed up but getting drunk all the time was easier than facing the pain that was waiting him at home. An empty apartment. His wife’s work scattered around. His daughter’s toys scattered everywhere as well. “Another one!” he exclaimed. The bartender hesitantly brought more alcohol, and Sungyeol stared at the glass and sighed.
He drank the glass in front of him and he sighed, flopping over on the counter, and leaning on his arm. This was the reality that he chose. Getting drunk and avoiding his real life. He raised a hand for another glass and found the glass being grabbed by someone. “My alcohol,”he said, sadly.