Drunken Meetings

Soren rarely drank, normally it was at parties, but sometimes even he fell into low places. When he drank hard to forget and to numb things. Tonight had been one of those instances.

He had drank hard and ended up texting his girlfriend. The texts were confusing, and probably worrisome to to the reader, but they'd lead her to him. So he sat against a wall in a alley, his wings wrapped around him for warmth, his coat having been lost in his drunken blur.

Some would have viewed it as pathetic, and perhaps it was, but in then end Siren was just a kid. One who had felt lost for a very long time.