Hello! It's been awhile hasn't it? Sorry about that! Here is a new one-shot. Brought to you be moi~
Ludwig tipped his head back, relishing the cold but bitter liquid running down his throat. His cheeks were pink and he could barely keep his eyes open. He sat on his couch in the living room. The tv was off but he stared at the dark screen blankly. "There's no point." He thought. The bottle of alcohol was soon empty and was chucked into a pile of the others he had previously discarded. He rested his back against the cushion, head spinning from the depressant. With a hiccup, he leaned down to grab another one. He had lost count after the tenth. He knew he was hopelessly lost, and that he needed to stop. He couldn't. The pain was too much. His head lolled weakly to the side. A picture on the side table caught his attention. A pained smile crossed his features. "Feli." He muttered and reached out for the photo of the sweet Italian. He misjudged his movements and the frame toppled to the floor. He cursed himself and angrily pushed himself deeper into the couch back. Though it was a plush sofa, he was not comfortable at all. His throat burned, his back ached, and his head throbbed immensely. Even through all this, tears would not fall. He had run out of them days ago. When Feliciano had... moved on. He clumsily opened the cap of another bottle. The cap joined a separate pile forming near his feet. He groaned as he chugged that one down as well, his blood well into the possible toxicity range. He smiled as black spots swam around the edges of his vision. "I will be with you soon." He whispered with a hoarse voice. He laid his head back against the pillow, allowing the darkness to consume him. Forever.