They say,
You got to have a reason to be drunk and broken.
And he defines it all.
He was sitting,
Sitting alone in his house With a bottle of Scotch clenched under his fingers.
His phone vibrated multiple times,
Much like his headache he was trying to repress.
He wanted the world off his shoulders,
so he stared at the blank walls he refused to decorate.
His eyes grew weary, and his utterly beautiful eyes seemed to be the only thing shining in the room.
His thoughts were the only thing active,
Functioning.
They revolved around his partner,
His partner whom was in a relationship.
Relationship.
He swung the bottle to his mouth swiftly,
The cold liquor burning his throat from too much intake.
He coughed periodically and ceased.
She was in a relationship with him,
The guy whom he hated,
That same guy who was a so called psychic.
He knew it wouldn't work,
His questionable love for his partner,
The same love he desperately tried to get rid of.
The bottle met his lips again,
This time he forced it all down,
As if he had too.
None of his relationships worked out,
None of them benefited him.
But he thought it would be different.
He thought he could keep that feeling inside.
That feeling of a crush.
But alas, he still couldn't win.
He will never win.
And she will never know.
He's scared.
He doesn't know what will become of their friendship if he told her.
He's angry.
He's furious that the psychic is with her and not him.
He's guilty.
He regrets not telling her the truth about his under cover feelings.
But most of all,
He's drunk.
And being broken wasn't one of his side-effects.
A/N: I've been obsessed with Psych, Lassiter and now it's Lassiet time~ Yeah, Lassie's depressed and it's kind of his POV on Shules, even though it's not really a POV story... Anyways, R&R Thanks! First psych story soo..