Will takes the bottle, sitting up enough to drink but not enough to look Lara in the eyes. He had found his one, or so he thought and now, now she was gone. Just like that. Because she loved him.
"What day is it?" Will asked, his voice rough from the amount he'd drunk. He hadn't been home since she'd told him, he hadn't been anywhere but the bottom of a bottle. And another after that.
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Date: 2014-12-27 02:59 pm (UTC)"What day is it?" Will asked, his voice rough from the amount he'd drunk. He hadn't been home since she'd told him, he hadn't been anywhere but the bottom of a bottle. And another after that.