Prologue: Of Alcohol and Cigarettes. (story)

"We all carry around so much pain in our hearts.
Love and pain and beauty.
They all seem to go together
like one little tidy confusing package.
It's a messy business, life.
It's hard to figure--full of surprises.
Some good. Some bad."
-Henry Bromel

Unexpected curiosity blooms the imagination of a young lover. They just keep you guessing, and guessing. Just lying down on the soft grassy blanket with the tide of fresh wind washing over you, pensive with determination. You think, and think, but you just can't guess.
but eventually, disappointment would bite you in the ass.

You get your hopes up so high, then it crushes down with an impact so strong it could blow you up. You feel like you've been betrayed, yet you know that it's your fault for expecting everything to go the way you want it to be. You admit, you can be the nastiest control freak ever, but nothing could feel worser than this.

Everything was the way you wanted it to be from the start. Everything went your way, but you know that this time, it's going to change. You knew the sacrifices that you had to make were immense, the risky steps you had to take threatened you skin-deep. All you could do was to lie in bed and feel bad for yourself.

 A drop of liquid fell from the glassy rim of the green tinted bottle to your lip. You let it linger there for a while before licking it off, tasting it's bittersweet tinge. You smiled bitterly before letting a tear race down your cheek. And without and second thought, you took a long, gagging swig of it. You choked, but you didn't care. You kept on drinking as if your life depended on it, and within seconds, you blacked out.

Whatever that happened in the morning,

will be yours to find out.

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A/N: Finding a start to my story that i've been waiting to write for MONTHS, but... i do not think that it is good enough. Ahh, we'll see how it goes :D.

au revoir.