Title: let it be
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Born to Run
Prompt: #52/bottle
Words: 108
Summary: Tom was the man she loved. Now he's dead.
Author's Notes: written for lost_in_108. I promise I'm writing a fluffy Jate fic, but until then, here's another angsty one. ;)
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Afterward, Kate tucks herself into a hotel off the beaten path, a paper bag held tightly in her hand like it's her salvation.
She settles herself against carpet the color of blood and a bed frame that moans when she leans against it.
Tilts her head back.
Swallows.
The whiskey burns as it slithers down her throat, sending an oil slick of emotions gathering in her stomach - lighting a fire that explodes like shrapnel into the rest of her body.
She wakes with a pounding headache and stars dancing before her eyes - dry tear tracks racing down her cheeks, and suddenly remembers that Jack Daniel's was Wayne's favorite.