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Do you still talk to God?
The question still hung in the air like that of the cigaras that filled the room. She always wondered what he told him before they departed. Thumbing the ring of the glass, Gabriel winced as he looked inside circle of the slowly shrinking ice. Eaten away by that dark mixture of of liquids that seemed to sit so heavy and swelled.
The back of this lone man's black dyed leather jacket said it all.
These things happen.
Maybe he had given up the way she had given up. A sweet resignation from the thing from whence they came. Could you let go of the past and look to something better? Was it a question of whether it could be better in general? Or did all those phantoms truly carry on with you wherever you walked?
Gabriel took another deep swig, the warmth of the drink now prominent as it rushed over his gums. His eyes resting on the reflection before him beyond the bar. The grease in his hair ever prominent with its slicked back design.
The glass returned to the stained wood along with the rest of his now forgotten drinks.
Each one another thought that was to mulled over time and time again.
The beast wanted more. It wanted to rest. It wanted sweet silence. The disarray that only a stiff drink could provide.
But there was something it craved more. It had tasted its sweet liquor long ago and nothing would ever quite taste like it. A sweet red wine that soiled the uniforms of men and covered the faces of those that truly knew how to bask in the nature of war.
The mirror held not the reflection he saw earlier. But of the bone-white mask he wore so well.
The question still hung in the air like that of the cigaras that filled the room. She always wondered what he told him before they departed. Thumbing the ring of the glass, Gabriel winced as he looked inside circle of the slowly shrinking ice. Eaten away by that dark mixture of of liquids that seemed to sit so heavy and swelled.
The back of this lone man's black dyed leather jacket said it all.
These things happen.
Maybe he had given up the way she had given up. A sweet resignation from the thing from whence they came. Could you let go of the past and look to something better? Was it a question of whether it could be better in general? Or did all those phantoms truly carry on with you wherever you walked?
Gabriel took another deep swig, the warmth of the drink now prominent as it rushed over his gums. His eyes resting on the reflection before him beyond the bar. The grease in his hair ever prominent with its slicked back design.
The glass returned to the stained wood along with the rest of his now forgotten drinks.
Each one another thought that was to mulled over time and time again.
The beast wanted more. It wanted to rest. It wanted sweet silence. The disarray that only a stiff drink could provide.
But there was something it craved more. It had tasted its sweet liquor long ago and nothing would ever quite taste like it. A sweet red wine that soiled the uniforms of men and covered the faces of those that truly knew how to bask in the nature of war.
The mirror held not the reflection he saw earlier. But of the bone-white mask he wore so well.