Drabble Challenge → 1 / 100; Birth

Birth

 

His emerald eyes were soft as he lifted the whiskey in his hands. The glass clear in it’s reflection of his pain. The movement of the alcohol rocking around inside its confined space was evident of how his heart beat. The sound of silence around him making it apparent he was unaccompanied. The longing for the birth of his daughter was destroyed along with the love of his life. The hope for redemption in love was crushed along with his heart. As the snow fell outside on the anniversary of his loss, he drowned himself back into the happier memories.

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