Crying Inside
Charlie rarely smiles now.
He used to be so much fun. So full of jokes … full of laughter … full of happiness.
His band member friends rarely used to notice if he wasn't chirpy, they were all too busy with their own lives. With their own drugs.
Now Charlie has no drug.
Nothing to keep him smiling, to keep him laughing and joking.
His grins now are wry and full of self-loathing. His laughs are sometimes cruel, and other times closer to sobs.
He sits on the beach in the dark, fire at his back, moon over-head and stares at the waves, at the shimmering sea, his mind churning.
He has no drug.
And his pain is returning, piece by piece.
A.N. Lost, it's not mine (sadly) so don't sue (yadda, yadda), but I would like to claim joint ownership of Dominic Monaghan, if Billy says he'll share (yeah right).
I don't usually write drabbles, but this fic is just over 100 words, so I suppose it is a drabble sadly. Ah well, better luck for next time.
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Oh, and title stolen from the lyrics of an eels song.