This is my attempt at an angsty fic. It's very, very short and is completely different from my other fics for numerous reasons. First of all, it's a pairing that I don't actually ship. Secondly, it's not fluff. Thirdly... well, I think you should just read it and find out.
"What are you doing?" The voice startled Adrian Ivashkov out of his chemical-induced trance, but he pretended that he hadn't heard it. "Adrian." His ex-girlfriend Rose tried again. "I know you can hear me."
"Go away, Rose." He muttered without looking up, knowing that she would hear him.
"No." The stubborn reply didn't surprise him. Rose had always been stubborn. "I'm not going to go away. I'm not going to let you do this to yourself."
"Do what?" Adrian asked with a humorless laugh. "Smoke? Drink? I don't see how you can stop me. Why do you care anyway? You have Belikov now."
He couldn't see her, but he could picture Rose's face at that moment. The stubborn set of her chin and the deadly look in her eye were both expressions Rose had worn many times before. But he didn't look up, because that would mean certain death. She didn't know that now, six months after their break up, he still felt the same way about her he had all those months ago. She didn't know a lot of things.
Rose let out a frustrated sigh. "We may not be dating, but I still care about you Adrian."
"Sure you do." He muttered just loud enough for her to hear.
"I do. And there are better ways to keep spirit away than to stay drunk all the time." Her voice took on a pleading quality. "I can help you, Adrian."
"Sure you can." He said skeptically. "It'll be me, you, and my medication. Oh and Belikov. What a great team."
"This isn't a joke." Rose snapped, beginning to lose her patience which she never had much of to begin with.
"I'm not laughing." Adrian replied, finally looking up to meet her eye. "We all need something to depend on in this life, little Dhamphir." He told her with a hint of his old self. "I'll leave you to your vices and you leave me to mine."
"But Adrian…" Rose made one last attempt to get his attention.
But he had stopped listening. With one last glance at the girl he had fallen in love with, Adrian picked up his recently abandoned bottle of whiskey and took a swig. And without another word, without any form of goodbye, he walked away.
I know I said that all of my stories would have happy endings, but you can consider this the one exception. This was actually written for a lovely person who requested this type of fic. (Yes, best friend. I did just call you lovely.) So, if my dear readers have a problem with it, I suggest you wait for my next fic, which will inevitably be fluff.
...But if you liked it, a review definitely would not go unappreciated. :)