Drunken Mistake
This wasn't another drunken mistake. Oh no. It may have looked like she was wantonly pulling him closer and pressing kisses to his lips with a violence that would have startled a lesser man, but no. This wasn't just a fumble in an alleyway, or a one night stand. Oh no. This was a desperate attempt to feel something. To feel alive. To feel human again. A frantic scrabble to keep her fingertips clutching on to the tiny shard that let her know that she was awake; that she wasn't walking through this world alone. That she was alive.