Continuous misery
ChoicesIt had been more than a month. Sehun had been utterly heartbroken for the first two weeks. He didn't eat properly, didn't so much as get out of his room, and cried to sleep every night. Luhan had apparently changed his number because the number Sehun once memorized by heart no longer existed. After the initial weeks though, Sehun had turned to alcohol for help. He drank numerous bottles each day and even started smoking. And from then on, it all went downhill as if he wasn't already at the bottom.
Sehun had started going to pubs and night clubs. It was a routine really. Drinking at the bar until someone approached him. He then went on and danced with them. Although he knew that dancing was just a cheap excuse for grinding on the dance floor and making the other person desperate. He liked it that way, atleast then someone would want him.
He brought a new person home everyday, sometimes kept one around for awhile. As long as no strings were attached, he didn't care. He just needed a hole to , a body to vent out his frustration and something to keep his mind off that beautiful boy called Luhan.
It was pitiable really. Because in the morning, when he woke up to an empty bed. The walls of the apartment seemed to shout lonely at him. Because in the morning, when he felt the hangover kicking in, his mind seemed to claw at him and remind him of all the painful memories Sehun didn't want. Nights were like dreams, filled with pleasure and int
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