inthecrossfire (inthecrossfire) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-09-29 17:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, jake sully, ~aaron cross |
Who: Aaron, Jake and OPEN
Where: Mitchell's pub and bad
What: Drinking until he blanks out everything
When: Sunday 29th September.
Rating: High because he's grieving Marta
Status: Ongoing/Open
Aaron had spent all of Saturday in a numb stupour, the grief of Marta's death too raw and painful to deal with straight away. He couldn't bear to go back to their apartment, to look at her things, to see her photograph when he knew in his heart that Byer had killed her in New York. It should never have happened. It was all on Aaron, every part of him had loved her beyond all reasoning and expectation but now she was gone and in place of his heart was a gaping black hole of hate, for himself and the people who pulled the trigger.
Sunday morning was the worst. He had been up for hours, just sitting at the dinner table with her glasses. She'd left them there that morning, finally having remembered to slip in her contacts, or at least he assumed. He kept replaying her last words to him over and over in his head and suddenly the air felt constricting and suffocating. He had to escape.
Aaron stormed out the door and headed straight for the bar, shoving into people he didn't give two shits about along the way. What was the point now that she was gone? There was nothing. No point in living. No point in doing anything good when all that he got was shit. People he cared about got killed, so he just grabbed a bottle of scotch and a superfluous glass. He started drinking, clenching his fist tight. It was going to take a lot to get him drunk enough to black out forever.