Will sat down in the middle of the road. The asphalt and debris that had accumulated since the last sweeping were unforgiving against his flesh and the thin clothing that shielded it.
It was about to be joined by more.
The upturned bottle of liquor deposited its final droplets. Two landed on Will’s outstretched tongue while the third hit his cheek.
The stray didn’t last long; his thumb pushed the escapee into the gaping mouth. He stared at the empty husk in his hands one last time. The bottle shattered amongst the scene of wreckage.
It had abandoned him.
Will felt as though he needed the warm liquid that night. It was a night of no small significance.
He could still see the flashing lights, the headlamps peering through smoke and steam, the glass spread across the surface. It was too late to go back and fix it.
Too late to ask for a bill instead of another round. Too late to add supplemental spirits to the shopping cart. Too late to keep the bags safely out of reach in the trunk.
Too late to just call a cab. Too late to let her walk home.
The upturned eyes of Elise deposited their final droplets. Two fell on Will's trembling leg while the third stood quivering on her cheek. The stray didn't last long; Will’s thumb brushed it away.
He stared at the empty husk in his lap one last time. His heart shattered amongst the scene of wreckage. He had abandoned her.