Bitter Reminders
A clever finger traced the top of the empty glass, vision blurred from the influence of alcohol. He’d tried drowning the pain, but it didn’t work. Instead, he sat now, drunk and depressed, head laid on the disgusting bar as silently he rued the day he ever tried to stand up; the day his one light was put out.
All because he was stupid.
Painful, though the memories were, it taught him something. It taught him to never allow himself to fall for someone; to ever lend his heart.
And so is the life of a demigod.