@symboloflegacy
June 5th rolled around once more and while it should have been a happy day, for the last sixteen years it hadn’t been, not since his grandson died. Robert had tried to save him but it had been too late, his soul had gone wherever it is people go once they die. It had been the worst day of Robert’s life and while the anniversary of Marcus’ death was never easy, his birthday was even worse.
Robert opened the bottom right drawer of his desk and wished out the glass and decanter of whiskey that sat neatly inside. He poured himself a drink and drained it in one go. He had never been a big drinker before and had quit smoking in his early twenties but ever since Marcus died, he found himself drinking more and he had picked up smoking again. It was his way of coping, he supposed.
If he was being totally honest, he could barely recognize the person he’d become but that’s what being brought to your breaking point did. He’d encountered a lot of tragedy in his life, his family practically dropping like flies around him. Marcus was his breaking point. His poor grandson. He had loved that boy with all his heart.
When the door to his office opened, he only sighed in annoyance but didn’t turn around to look at who had come in.
“Perry, whatever it is, it can wait.”
