Hey miss sobriety
Do you remember me
Or how to say my name?
Do you remember when
We were friends
All the way back then?
-Miss Sobriety, Cute is What We Aim For
Blaine knew he wouldn't approve. He didn't believe in drowning your sorrows in the bittersweet feeling of alcohol, but that was exactly what Blaine was doing. He was going against what Kurt believed in because what was the point. What was the point of being sober when you could be oblivious to the would around you.
Oblivious to the pain.
At first, it was all he was looking for; a distraction from the memories. There came the first shot.
And the second.
And the third.
Nights spent passed out in bars until someone, anyone came and got him. They didn't try to stop him;they all had their ways of coping. His happened to be drinking himself senseless, and sometimes walking half a mile to the graveyard, running his hands over the chilled stone and crying.
What was the point of being sober when the only thing to live for was gone.
It was good to be oblivious.
Kind of a small idea that came while listening to Miss Sobriety.
Small drabble... again. I kind of have writers block.
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