Abby
My apartment is dark when I finally get home tonight. It still smells faintly of
fresh paint from the new coat that my landlord put on, but I can still sense the
lingering scent of smoke, too.
I decide to avoid the harsh glow of the kitchen lights as I plop the wine glass
that’s been tucked under my arm onto the counter island, followed by the bag of
takeout food that I picked up on my way home.
It’s still warm, the grease beginning to seep through the bag as the faint smell of
garlic and onions permeates through the air. On any other night, I might be
delighted to dig in; but honestly, I have no appetite tonight. Even the thought of
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food makes me sick after everything, after all of the failed dishes. But I know I
need to eat, and if I don’t, I know I’ll regret it later.
For a moment, I dig through my cupboard for a plate and some silverware, but
eventually decide to opt out of the plate.
The cork gives a subtle pop as I open the wine. No glass, I decide. Not tonight. I
take a swig straight from the bottle, the sharp taste of alcohol momentarily
cutting through the numbness. It’s a start.
I crash onto the couch, the plush cushions a welcome comfort after being on my
feet all day. The TV flickers to life with a soft buzz a moment later, and I navigate
to drown myself in a
not sure how much time passes. Hours,
cheap wine, and even cheaper food. But the
truffle dish, the disdainful look in
Karl—keep playing in front of me, crowding
movies on the screen.
I whisper to myself as I take
look pathetic now, especially when I was so sure that
I lost, either; it’s
tussles were had, insults were thrown, and
were ignored.
a culinary laughingstock.
out of
couldn’t bear to go there tonight. I
with a
want to hide my head in
wine finally empties. I
is enough proof. Groaning, I push my way up
and shuffle into the kitchen, where another bottle waits for
too, and make my way
I’m standing in the doorway with the second wine bottle
TV, that I
back of
in misery, or are you going to keep
forward?”
sudden presence is like a slap to the face,
by
wine
loud and nearly
kitchen for a
could have warned me,” I say out loud as I grab the
and dabbing it into the
I’ve spilt
Abby?” My wolf’s
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