54. "Thanks for the memories even though they weren't so great."
Every night at nine she reminisces. It isn't something she intended to do but old habits die hard and she knows that too well. She laughs bitterly as sip by sip the memories come flooding back. By the tenth sip she isn't sure if she's meant to be forgetting or remembering and by the fifteenth sip she's crying and laughing at the same time.
She remembers his kisses, his warm embraces, his promises and their love. But then she remembers the shouts, tears, regrets and lies and suddenly he doesn't seem so brilliant anymore. Then she takes the next sip and he's perfect again and she forgets about her cries and wishes he was there with her.
Sometimes she dreams about him. He's in front of her holding his hand out, yet when she reaches for it he disappears into thin air and all she can hear is his laugh, over and over again, until she wakes up screaming his name.
Her friends left her a long time ago and she tells herself she doesn't need them. She wants to remember him and if that means killing herself in the process so be it.
She's drunken a bottle of Vodka, yet she's still too unbearably sober and it's killing her, or maybe that's the memories.
Every night at nine she used to reminisce, until one day all that's left of her is memories.
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