A/N - Yeah...there was something in this chapter too...
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Dom sighed and sat himself down at the bar of a nearby pub. He had done nothing but think about Brea for the past few days. It was driving him damn near insane. He couldn't his mind off of her. He ordered his favorite drink and sipped it down.
There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me. The way that it was and could have been surrounds me. I'll never get over you walkin' away
Dom sat there, steadily getting more and more drunk, forgetting Brea and the entire world. He had downed another drink and pounded on the bar for another one, when the bartender walked over, shaking his head.
"Son, I don't know what you going through and personally, I don't care, but you've had far to much to drink. I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He told him sternly, narrowing his eyes at Dom in a daring way.
"This is a public place, correct? I'm aloud to stay here as long as I please." Dom challenged loudly, his words slurred together terribly. His drink of choice got him drunk terribly fast. "I'm a paying costumer."
"We won't be accepting your money anymore." The bar fell silent as Dom and the bartender stared each other down. Finally Dom caved and stood up so fast the stool he was sitting on fell over.
"This bar is trash anyways." He snapped and left the bar, staggering through the streets back to the castle. Somewhere between leaving and then getting to the castle, his sober subconscious was slightly afraid that he would never make it back to his room. Finally, after much difficulty with unlocking the door, he stumbled into his rooms and slammed the door, making his way to the stash of liquor in his desk.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
Dom slammed the bottle down after a long drink, remembering his time spent with Brea. Gods, those had been such great times. He never remembered laughing so much as he had when he was with her. Brea had the light of his life; it tore him apart to know she hated him. It was fault. He deserved any and everything she threw at him.
But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain. To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes. Tonight I wanna cry
For the first time in three years, a single tear chorused down Dom's cheek, landing on his hand. Another followed. And another one soon after that. Before he knew it, the bottle of liquor was in a pool on the floor and he was crying like a baby.
Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters. It's gonna hurt bad before it gets better. But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way
"I should've told her the truth. Should've told her how much I loved her. Gods, i'm such a fool for letting her go." He told himself through his tears, burying his face in his hands.
I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show. And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control. But I'm just drunk enough to let got of my pain. To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain from my eyes. Tonight I wanna cry
Dom couldn't ever remember a single time in his entire life when he had cried so much. Not even at his cousin Victoria's funeral. As close as they had been, he had only shed one or two tears. This was tearing him up from the inside out and he couldn't take it. He picked up the bottle and threw at the wall opposite him, watching as it shattered into a thousand pieces. Collapsing on his bed, he cried himself into a deep sleep.
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