Shaking hands lifted the bottle up to his lips. He was drunk, he knew he was drunk. But he still could not calm himself down.
His entire body was shaking at this point. The more he drank, the more he seemed to be unable to calm down. But he kept drinking with the hope that eventually the alcohol would calm him down.
He had thought that he had been done crying, but he felt the tears cascading down his face. Goddamnit. He just wanted it all to fucking stop. He wanted her back. She needed to come back.
" Liz… " he found himself mumbling. " Liz come back… "
He needed her. Without her, he was nothing. And yet she had left him. Left him without even telling him that she was leaving. He had just come to find his home empty of her and all of her things.
He lifted his head up as he heard the door opening. Had he been in his right mind, he would have panicked about someone breaking in. He was not in any state to defend himself, after all. But at this point, he didn't care.
He had nothing of value for any thief to take, anyway. And if the person killed him, he would probably just come back. So he didn't care.
He heard footsteps, bracing himself for the criminal. But there was something about those footsteps that didn't scream that he was being robbed. They were too delicate. Certainly not the footsteps of someone who had an insidious plan.
He was sure the shock on his face was obvious when it was Erzsebet who made her presence known to him. He was sure that he was hallucinating at this point. He had to be. Liz wouldn't have come. Especially not in the middle of the night. Yet, he still retained hope that this was real. That she was actually here.
" Liz…you came back… " he slurred, trying to stand up before remembering that his legs were useless. He nearly fell to the ground, but managed to pull himself back up into his wheelchair.
She pursed her lips. It was clear, even to him in his drunk state, that she had been hoping that he wouldn't be awake to see her.
" I just came to pick up a few things that I had forgotten, " she said softly. " I'll leave as soon as I get those things. "
He felt his heart sink at her words. So she hadn't come back for him. She was still going to leave once she got those things that she had left.
" Oh. Well, go get your things I suppose… " he found himself saying. He wanted to yell and scream that he still loved her. That he needed her. But he could not find the strength to do so.
She sighed in what seemed to be exasperation as she went to go do what she had come for. She was upstairs for a few minutes before coming back down.
She left without another word. Not even a goodbye.
He cried. He fucking sobbed. He downed the rest of the bottle in one gulp.
He's still not sure whether or not this actually happened or if he just hallucinated it in a moment of insanity.
A/N: I know it's not good. I wrote this in about 30 minutes because I need to get back into writing.