#Chapter55

Oh, he misses how her voice used to sound when she calls him that.

He missed being called that by her voice.

He brought his whiskey to his mouth again and sipped, because of how fast he swallowed, he was choked by his lovely liquid, deriving a coughing fit from him. He dropped the bottle on the floor and the remains of it's content spilled. Messing the room more. 

He laid on the floor with his eyes closed, his thoughts touching everywhere and nowhere. No, he can't live like this.

He has to do something.

It's not that late yet, it's only been a month. He can get her...