I don't own the Blacklist.
I just wanted something darker. I've seen the series through season two, but that was so long ago so I'm rewatching. I don't know if this fits well into the story, but let's act like it does for a moment.
please review even if ya hated it. happy 1am :)
Sometimes the best of us fall, Ressler scribbled in his letter to Keen. He had finally realized that his addiction had gotten the best of him. His tears stained the crumpled letter as he struggled to come up with the words to voice his thoughts.
Lizzy,
Sometimes the best of us fall. I have fallen. I can't keep telling myself I don't have a problem, but I can't accept that I do. I have worked so hard and come so far and we were so close, but I kept pushing you away. Now I've lost you. I've lost my career. I have nothing else. Maybe better things are on the other side... I know I've never said this to you, but I love you Elizabeth Keen. Find me on the other side, but don't come soon.
Love, Res.
The pen fell out of Ressler's shaking hand as he finished signing the letter. He sobbed even harder as he tried to fold the smudged-ink letter. He tried to comprehend how his life has spiraled this out of control, but he couldn't think straight with the rest of his painkillers in his system. He placed the letter nicely on the counter for the authorities to find, and slumped onto the couch. He watched the arms of the ceiling fan blur together as it beat hot air onto his skin. He wasn't feeling any different than normal, so he went to the cupboard and pulled out all of the basic over-the-counter pain meds he had and emptied them onto the counter. A few spilled to the floor but he paid no mind. He threw a handful into his mouth and swallowed them with a handful of water from the tap. He grabbed his cellphone and stumbled back over to the couch where he looked at pictures of Lizzy and him. He couldn't cry anymore so he just smiled and kissed the screen. He kept scrolling through the images and faintly smiling until he began to feel light-headed and nauseous. He jumped off the couch to vomit in the sink but he fell straight to the floor and collapsed. His phone hit the edge of the couch and fell to the floor ringing. Ressler blinked his eyes at the peculiar noise and saw his phone dialing Liz. His eyes faded color and frothy liquid started seeping through his lips as he lost consciousness.