A Prologue

Part 1 of 2

I sat at my desk in the dimly lit study. The stench of smoke and alcohol lingered in the air. I had become immune to it. Sitting back, I let my chair rock as i stared out the window. It was late, I glanced over at the clock on my desk. 02h50 it read in a bright green hue. The only signs of life were city lights pulsating as if they had a heartbeat of their own. I pulled out the bottle of whisky from my drawer and set it on the table. My eyes began to fall, and the tiredness crept in. I poured some whisky into a glass and took a swig. I stared down on to the only piece of paper lying on my table. I read the letter, deeply. All the while I kept drinking.

I set the glass down on the piece of paper. I rose from my chair and walked to the balcony. I pulled the door to the side and took in the polluted smell of the dead city. I stared into the horizon and approached the railing. My eyes closed as I raised myself up and over. My beloved friends would read the letter tomorrow, and surely they would understand…

I was falling…with a crooked smile on my face.

Author's Note

Too much use of the word "I" - I will work on fixing this soon!