It wasn't like any other day. Through the neglect, self-loathing, denial, drug and alcohol abuse, Jon, for the most part, had managed to smile to the world. Today he told it the deep truth. Despite the hot, no, what's an unenthusiastic word, sex with Sakura, he felt alone. This wasn't a new revelation, just an honest attempt to cover an old lie. What meaning did any of his relationships ever have? They were all a joke-no, a comedic mask. He had spent so much time with many people, but he could never undo the lies. What they felt for him was real, but he feared if he told them what he was then thinking, they'd hate him. It was all selfish, and nothing more.

It was too scary to try and dig up now. Every time he tried, the dirt gave out, only giving away enough to stain under his nails. They chipped and cracked.

Jon heard a clanking sound, and tilted his eyes towards the ground. The glass bottle echoed against the tile, until it rolled into his leg. He hadn't meant to let go, but for some reason, it happened.