Vertigo
Title: Vertigo
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: Quite possibly set in any era, really, so read it set in the time you think fits best.
Intoxicated.
That was what John was, laying on his bed with closed eyes. The curtains were still opened, because the night was dark and the rain fell. The rough sound of the water rapping against the window, and the lightening that blinded him ever so often.
But the vertigo wasn't just the booze.
The taste of emotion was still heavy upon his tongue, making him feel like he was drowning, the flavour of his own tears not quite washed away, even though it should be after the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed.
John's only reason to cry was loneliness.
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
A/N: Quite possibly set in any era, really, so read it set in the time you think fits best.
Intoxicated.
That was what John was, laying on his bed with closed eyes. The curtains were still opened, because the night was dark and the rain fell. The rough sound of the water rapping against the window, and the lightening that blinded him ever so often.
But the vertigo wasn't just the booze.
The taste of emotion was still heavy upon his tongue, making him feel like he was drowning, the flavour of his own tears not quite washed away, even though it should be after the copious amounts of alcohol he'd consumed.
John's only reason to cry was loneliness.