Wilson stumbled as the sidewalk’s edge gave way. He caught himself on the wall of the brick building as he stumbled. He drew his hand away and noticed the gash that had been left by the rough brick.
”Figures!” he muttered, fishing out his handkerchief and wrapping it around his palm.
Tonight had not been his best night. After two weeks of seclusion following the breakup, he decided to venture back out into the world. And by the world he meant the local dive bar he frequented when he was coupled. He regretted it immediately.
Wilson had not wanted to see Riley. He wished Riley didn’t exist. Riley was his ex. The one that had ripped apart first his world, and then his heart. But seeing her wasn’t the problem, it was how she looked right past him as if she didn’t see him standing there.
Two could play that game, couldn’t they? So Wilson averted his eyes, went up to the bar, and got plastered off a fifth of whiskey within an hour. Each sip had given him more confidence to be an asshole, first to Riley and then everyone else.
The bartender, JV, his best friend in high school, is the one that grabbed him by his collar and dragged him out to the alleyway and punched him in his gut. While Wilson writhed in pain, JV looked down at him.
”Get your life together, Wil. That’s why she left you.”
Wilson, face down in trash, said, “How do you even know she left me?”
JV kneeled down and grabbed Wilson by a fistful of hair, bringing Wilson’s gaze to his own. “Who do you think she left you for?”
He let go and Wilson was face down in the trash again. It was many minutes before he finally stood back up to wander home.
Once he’d reached the apartment, he flopped down onto the bed, not even undressing.
Wil was fast asleep when it happened. Being outside of and upwind from the blast zone is what saved him. As a matter of fact, he wasn’t even aware of anything except the power being out when he woke up. And that everything was eerily quiet.
He checked his phone. Several texts from several people, including Riley. He powered the phone down. He’d deal with the fallout from his drunken escapades later. Right now he needed coffee and grease.
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