Raivis sighed. There were empty bottles on the table in front of him, scattered on the floor around the room, and even a half empty one in his hand. As he looked over the room, a little voice in the back of his head whispered the sweetest of suggestions.
"You could hang yourself."
Raivis smiled lightly as his gaze fell upon a framed picture of his friend, Peter, which was sitting before him. The smile faded as he slurred the same advice he always gave Peter.
"Never get involved with Russians. It's not worth it."
Another sigh and the downing of the last of the vodka in the bottle he held, and Raivis stood up. He walked to the door and just as he pulled it open, he cast one final look at the room he was leaving. The life he was leaving. His eyes caught sight of a scarf Ivan had given him for one of his birthdays. It was identical to the one he always wore. Raivis had received it when their relationship was still working. As he walked out of the room, a single sentence escaped his lips.
"There's a fine, fine line between love and a waste of time."
He closed the door on all he had ever held dear and went to find his gun.
A/N: So I just got home after seeing Avenue Q. I had promised my girlfriend a drunk!Latvia fic and I had the song "There's a Fine, Fine Line" stuck in my head, so I combined the two.