It wasn't a wish for an end to life, not really. It was a wish for the end of the feeling . He wanted to be like the glass—shattered, inert, unable to feel the cold or the heat. He wanted to go to sleep and wake up as someone else, or perhaps not wake up at all until the world had moved on and her name no longer felt like a hook in his throat.
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He had spent weeks being "strong." He had been the man who cleaned the apartment, who went to work, who told friends he was "hanging in there." But as the alcohol dissolved his armor, the first tear escaped. It was hot and traitorous. Then came another. as_vrea_sa_beau_sa_plang_sa_mor
He stared into the amber glass. The liquid was sharp, smelling of scorched earth and forgotten promises. he whispered to the rim of the glass.
Stefan walked toward the bridge. He stood over the dark water, watching the city lights dance on the surface. He stayed there for a long time, letting the "dying" happen inside—the death of his old hopes, the death of his expectations. It wasn't a wish for an end to life, not really
He didn't jump. Instead, he took a deep, shuddering breath of the cold air. The drinking was done, the crying was finished, and the part of him that needed to die had finally let go. He turned away from the water and started the long walk home, a little lighter, a little emptier, and finally ready for the morning.
The neon sign of the "Ultima Statie" bar flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over Stefan’s hands. He wasn't a drinker by habit, but tonight, the habit of being himself had become too heavy to wear. He wanted to go to sleep and wake
He didn't sob loudly. He simply sat there, shoulders shaking, as a lifetime of unspoken words poured out of his eyes. He cried for the trips they never took, for the house they never bought, and for the version of himself that had existed only when she looked at him. He cried until his eyes were as red as the neon sign outside.