It's Black Label, So Keep Walking

[Anu]

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There, the words had been spoken. Her anger was subsiding, with each breath that she took. Her core ached, the scotch threatened to send her to the floor, But Anu kept a paw on the bar to keep her standing. She felt defeated, the emotions, the circumstances and the memories had taken over and each beat her in turn. She didn’t want to the pain, she didn’t want to know how it felt to be unhappy. She wanted to forget, she wanted to feel again. No longer the numb walking ghost. He had no sympathy, not that Anu could read. She wouldn’t deserve it, but she wanted it. She needed someone to tell her that it was ok, that she really hadn’t done it all completely wrong, that she could make it right. She didn’t deserve any of it. She hardly deserved the release that the bottle she held provided. Blue eyes avoided his, looking to the dark liquid and taking it to her lips once again. Her voice was laced with the pain of the scotch, raspy through the first few words, Everyone. Everyone feels it. Haven, her poor boy was devastated, trying to find his own love while his mother’s commitment had dissolved. You’ll be happy again. Anu proclaimed, knowing that there would be a day when he would find what he wanted. He would have that again, though Anu was sure she would never. She was too old; she might as well start digging her own grave. Instead of starting right then and there Anu leaned against the bar and spoke with honesty that only came with a drunken tone, You deserve it Jaz...

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