30. TWENTY-NINE

TWENTY-NINE

R on slammed the lime-hued door behind him.

What was he thinking, coming over here in this state? His vision blurred as he watched the trees move with the breeze.

The breeze was picking up and turning into stronger winds. He breathed in, only for him to feel his lungs burning violently. He felt like he was drowning in his depression.

She didn't care. She never cared. She's a liar. She's a hypocrite.

His world spun as he fought to balance himself.

Ron put his hand over his chest as he groaned. The pain seemed to have remained since the moment she had walked out of his life; a misery he wished would come to an end, a sadness that ran too deep for the alcohol to reach.

Not even the women he'd met since their breakup had been as wonderful as she. How he wished he dared to speak to her a few moments ago. Perhaps she'd gift him an embrace for just a few seconds. He would've been able to smell the hibiscus scent of her curls. Perhaps maybe even have a little drop of the euphoric past that they shared.

Sharp blue and red lights passed through his vision as he stumbled down the path. Ron could hear branches snapping behind him. He ignored the noise as he was sure it was his own heavy feet that caused the twigs to snap. Just like his own rotten heart.

He breathed in heavily as darkness covered his already blurry vision. He panted against the mask. His hands were now bound as he thrashed against the force of the person holding onto him.

Ron searched to kick those who surrounded him, but it came to no avail as they were able to grab his legs. He cursed the venom of alcohol in his blood as they carried him away.