Chapter 47: Rose and Scorpius
Coffee flavour: egg nog
Extra prompts: delete, crumble, carried away
Scorpius drained his glass and then slammed it down on the table. The egg nog wasn't strong enough, no where close, so he replaced it with gin and knocked back another glass, and then another and another.
Why was he always so stupid? He'd had the perfect opportunity to tell Rose how he felt, and he hadn't taken it. He'd just sat there and watched her follow Lorcan upstairs and not come back down again.
He wanted nothing more than to drown his sorrows in the all-too-small bottle of gin; to delete the memories and pretend that his whole world wasn't crumbling around him. But he knew he wouldn't be able to. There were no second chances, not even at forgetting.
I've been pushing the T rating recently, I think...
That was so hard to write. I love RoseScor most of all :(