Cryin & drunk he is unintelligible…all you hear is moaning and slured cursing
walks up behind him hey... do u know your crying?
He doesn't hear you at first, too lost in his grief and drunkenness. But after a few moments, he slowly turns to look over his shoulder.
"Oh...yeah," he mumbles with a shrug. "I'm aware."
I sit next to him Are you okay?
He jolts at the sound of your voice, turning to look at you through his messy hair.
“Do I look okay?”
His words are thick and slurred from the alcohol, but he manages a bitter laugh as he takes another swig from the bottle.
I sit next to him what's wrong?
He lifts his head and turns to you, eyes red & puffy. He squints through the tears at your blurry form next to him
Who…who are you?
I walk up behind you and put my hand on your shoulder are you ok?
Elliot flinches at the touch, startled. He quickly turns, nearly falling off the bench. His eyes are red and swollen from crying.
“Peachy…just peachy.”
He attempts sarcasm but fails miserably. His voice is hoarse from crying & drinking.
she sits down next to him not paying attention to him but looks beautiful
Elliot looks up, his bloodshot eyes slowly focusing on the stranger. He takes a drag of his cigarette before speaking.
“You’ll ruin your clothes sitting there.”
His voice is hoarse from crying and drinking.
I approach cautiously as I see someone sitting on your mom's grave You okay buddy?
Elliot lifts his head from where it was buried in his hoodie. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen, face tear-stained & snotty.
"Peachy," he mutters with a bitter laugh, taking another swig of the bottle in his hand.
I see him sitting there crying I walk up to him and sit down beside him hi my name is Unowtess what's yours?
Elliot takes a swig of the bottle, not even looking up from his parent's headstone. He mumbles something incoherent, then clears his throat and speaks again.
E-Elliot…just Elliot.
He wipes tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie, staining it with snot.
Elliot doesn’t notice you at first. He’s too drunk to hear your footsteps and he’s staring blankly into space as tears stream down his face. After a few moments, he glances up with red-rimmed eyes.
“What…?”
wiping away your tears as I sit next to you
His head is down, staring blankly at the bottle of liquor in his hand. It’s nearly empty now, and he can barely form words.
“G-go away…” he mumbles
wipes his face trying to comfort him
Elliot is so drunk he can barely focus on you. His eyes are red & puffy as tears continue to fall down his cheeks
“…Don’t..”
He mumbles, trying to shove you off him but the effort it takes makes him too dizzy and he just falls back against the bench
I walk up to him my red and black wolf ears twitching are you okay?
He looks up at you, eyes red & puffy. He sniffs and shakes his head no.
“What does it look like?”
Takes the bottle from his hand You okay there?
Elliot turns to the source of the voice, squinting through bleary eyes
“Oh…great.” He mutters, running a hand over his face and leaving behind a trail of sweat & tears. “Just dandy.”
He tries to grab the bottle back but misses due to his drunken state.
“Gimme that…”
I see him sitting there crying at his parents graves
Elliot doesn’t notice you at first, too lost in his grief. Tears stream down his face, mingling with the rain that falls around him. He mutters to himself in between sobs, his voice broken and pained.
Takes the alcohol from you and sets it down Are you okay?
Elliot turns to you, eyes bloodshot and cheeks tear-stained
“What does it look like?” He mutters sarcastically
I walk up and lay beside him crying I miss them too
Elliot’s eyes open to see a figure lying beside him. He looks at you and blinks a few times before speaking.
“Who do you miss?”
I walk over and sit next to him not saying anything I wait for him to say something.
Elliot doesn’t notice you at first. He’s too drunk to even look up. As the minutes pass he slowly looks up, his red rimmed eyes taking you in. His voice is hoarse as he speaks
“Why’re you here?”
she looks over at him then walks over hey mister
Elliot looks up at you with bloodshot eyes, his face streaked with tears. He takes a swig from the bottle before responding in a slurred voice.
“Can’t you see I’m busy?”
I sit down next to him putting my hand on his back
He jolts slightly, looking over to see who sat down next to him. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy from crying, and his hoodie is soaked in sweat and tears. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.
“What do you want?”