[A/N] Seriously… Now I'm writing a series of oneshots based [or inspired by] on songs lol. Feel free to give me suggestions:]
When I Was Your Man: Bruno Mars
Sasuke sat at the bar surrounded by a collection of beer bottles. His image was reflected by a shot glass filled to the brim with Everclear. The strongest liquor known to man and he didn't know how he ended up with it in front of him. Drinking it would no doubt end badly. It resembled a mirror he couldn't stop staring into.
He was an absolute wreck. His hair was out of place and his button up shirt was lazily done. The tie around his neck hung loosely as if he was ripping at it for dear life. Black orbs bore into more dark eyes. Ones that tried to persuade him to drink in the deathly liquid.
He could decently make out the shapes of things as he carefully raised the glass up to his vision. If he took the shot, there was a slight hope in his mind that he would die from alcohol poisoning. Just so it will all be over for him.
A loud crash echoed throughout the bar which hushed everyone there. The bartender looked at Sasuke with eyes filled with pity that had a glisten of disgust. Glass covered the floor under his stool, the shot glass of Everclear wasted.
Drinking wasn't Sasuke's forte and like hell he was going to go out like this. In one swift move, he was out of the bar before the bartender could blink.
To watch a man with such a high ego crumble like this truly pained him.
Sasuke lay on the bed in his room staring at ceiling. His face held no emotion… there was nothing to show. He didn't feel anything, he never did. Especially not now. He rolled over and quickly regretted it. The pillows smelled like cherries with a hint a cinnamon. A feeling in his stomach knotted up… or was it in his chest. The pillow cases were vibrant fuchsia. This was a color he would do anything to rid out of his home. His fists gripped the blankets as he buried his face into he pillows.
The smell was too infatuating. It made him feel drunk all over again (if that was possible). There were too many things that reminded him of her. She was everywhere he looked, yet he couldn't bring himself to rid of all the pink. It clashed horribly with his dark blue theme but it was an idea she came up with. 'It's unique like us', she would say to him.
Her voice was like silk and it soothed him. Even though it was only his memories, it seemed as though she was talking to him now. The words she spoke in them calmed him, like taming a beast with the melody of a song.
When he lifted his up from the pillow, he noticed it was slightly damp. Wet streaks of salty liquid ran over his cheeks. Worse of all is the tingling sensation in his eyes. His mind stopped processing anything that happened to him. He grabbed the pillow and hugged it to his chest.
The bed was too big for just one person. Upon realization of that he let go of his ego. He let go of the titanium barrier around him. The pillow quickly became damper.
[A/N] so:] I know this is short, a quick drabble or whatever haha. I am IN LOVE with Bruno mars (super giddy since his new album came out today).
I'm going to have parts to each little drabble, this one isn't done yet.
I haven't decided on if I will make this a story of its own yet though [a one with only some chapter in it, not too crazy]
~ let me know how this is so far! I think it's just heart breaking.