liquor and veils
"what's on your mind gray?"
he simply shakes his head and turns away
anika hands him her bottle of liquor
she knows how he feels
it's how she always feels, rejected
gray eyes the drink warily
if silver were here, she'd kill him if he even drank a drop
if he gets drunk
if he gets hurt
his eyesight blurs, and he grabs the polished glass
he downs bottle after bottle
yet his eyes still are veiled with tears
why?
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