Nathan Tarn (nathanofthelake) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-11-16 21:06:00 |
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The Aftermath (Closed RP)
It wasn't that he'd never felt this bad before. In both lives, in both parts of him, he'd experienced loss. He knew that sick, twisting wrench in his gut, knew the hot, dry lump deep in his throat. He knew what it was to feel empty and scooped out, like all that was left inside of him was an ache that itched at his toes, that burrowed into his bones, freezing cold, until he couldn't breathe for it.
Somehow, though, this was worse. This was all those bad moments together and then a fresh new pain on top. Nathan couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do much of anything. He'd gone numb with it, because that much agony pounding on him was too much.
At some point, he'd wound up with a bottle of whiskey, don't ask him how. That bottle was now mostly gone and he was standing in front of a door on a neat little row of townhouses, banging on it like it was going to give him answers. How he'd wound up here, he didn't have a clue. It just made sense. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to go.