loneliness

"So you and X?"

"Definitely over" I say,  bubbles of the champagne hitting my nose and making my eyes water as I take a sip, and then another, and then the waiter is refilling my glass.

I walk home hours later and smile at how drunk I am. The champagne is a poison in my veins and I welcome its numbing embrace. When the laughter of the party has left the ringing in my ears and Red has gone to sleep, the deafening quietness engulfs me and my happiness ebbs away

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Loneliness is a dear friend with it's hands around my neck