Prologue

Who am I kidding?

What I am now is no one's fault but my own. With each breath of smoke I take, with each alcoholic drink I make, the pain, it never fades, it never goes away.

As I stumble around in an alcoholic stupor, my eyes caught a glimpse of a forgotten relic of my life sitting in a corner. A jar containing hearts made out of drinking straws. Almost immediately, I stumble and fall onto my knees.

While i wallow in self pity and regret, the lingering echoes of what used to be resonate within my head. My confidence turned out to be my very undoing, as the tales I weave unravelled with every breath i took.

Back then, I was still a boy, and like every other boy, I always wanted the newest and the coolest. I didn't know what I had, didn't cherish them until they were gone. I never meant to hurt them like I did. I was young, foolish. I had no f*****g idea.

I had a good thing going on. I had them, the two women I will always hold dear in my heart. My mistake was having them both at the same time. Now, I have nobody, and I may never have anyone else.

This is not a fairytale with a happily ever after. This, is a story about two women, the sun and the moon of my world, and how my life came to be enveloped in darkness.

Author's Note

How is this for a prologue?