She and he.
One is drowning a bottle of vodka.
Sitting alone in an empty apartment.
Wondering what has gone wrong this time.
He and she.
One is drowning a bottle of whiskey.
Sitting alone in an empty house, once called theirs.
Wondering what has happened to them.
After all these games, unfinished businesses have been still lingering.
Her lies, his lies, omissions of truth.
They both had thought it would be better.
That it would have lasted a little longer.
That they would not have been so lonely.
And then, it all had come crashing down on them.
There had never been a life for them.
Maybe it had been all about not being honest with each other.
Maybe they had not depended on happy endings.
Or maybe they had but maybe not right then.
After all, they are just lost people in the middle of their own web of lies, what if's and broken hearts.