its so empty without u (shitty fanfic about me and my friendwho got banned from a game we used to play often)
this was not proofread + i wrote it tired af + english is not my first language so please forgive me for how shitty this is
Sorry about the weird 2nd person to 3rd person switching, this story was originally chat messages between us that I just copy pasted and added onto to make it more cohesive.
hurt no comfort, pining, tw grief, tw loss of a loved one, tw alcohol use
it was late at night, the gala at the bar is going on in full force. i had finally dragged myself outside, returning to the bar we always used to go to now that there was a event happening. though despite the joyous atmosphere all around me i sit there with my head i my hands.
...that fateful day was still fresh i my mind…
i sit at the bar depressively, drinking my sorrows away, searching for answers at the bottom of my glass. the sweet flavour of my drink is a cruel irony to the suffering I'm here to forget… i look at the wood of the table, attempting to look away from the seat beside me. i could not bear to look, as it would just remind me of you no longer sitting there. my only comfort was the dim candlelight illuminating the bar. someone is up at the stage now… i catch myself looking over to the seat beside me to see your reaction, though once more I am hit with the realization that you're no longer there…
all sound around me appears muffled to me. i simply miss the comfort of your voice, talking as we drink together. I keep thinking i saw you from the corner of my eye, though its never you…
I decide to leave the gala. it feels empty without myfriends. the rain outside the door pricks my skin, a perfectly melancholic and haunting undertone to my mood, like a beautiful song with notes woven from my suffering. the walk home is a quiet one, without anyone to talk to the rain is my only companion now…
as i open the door to my house and step inside i look around, the vase full of flowers you gave me still standing on the wooden counter, the first signs of wilt starting to show. tears start to well up within my eyes as i take the vase and hug it to my body, keeping it close as if it was you. "why…" tears begin to flow out of my eyes like little stars, the moonlight pouring through the window, illuminating my face and the flowers i am holding. "why must this happen to me…?" a sob shakes through me, the flowers i hold being a reminder of you. its just now that the reality of what happened sets in… i will truly never see you again. its long before it happens, but eventually my eyes begin to grow heavy, and the lullaby of the rain and wind outside whisks me away to the land of dreams, the vase still i my cold hands…
the next day i slowly wake up to the cold, hardwood floor pressing against me and the birds chirping outside my window. i realize how my back aches from falling asleep on the floor last night, the black fabric of my dress clinging to my body, still a little bit wet from the tears i shed last night. "oh witch…" -i mutter under my breath- "if you were still here i could've fallen asleep in your arms once more…" a sigh escapes my lips. i get up from the floor, feeling like i was pulling myself out of quicksand. i grab the vase i had fallen asleep holding and put it back on the counter. i look at it for a few more seconds, but as i look at them it feels like time stretches and slows around me. i quickly avert my eyes as to not be reminded of you all too much again. i walk over to my kitchen island and pour some ground coffee into my coffeepot. once its brewed i pour the coffee into a mug, the bitter goodness of the coffee pouring into my mouth in an almost pathetic attempt to pull me into reality and away from you, away from sleep and my grief. i cant help but remember all the times you've sat across from me at this table, drinking tea, having breakfast or even just talking late into the night…
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