79 Sneak Peak into Devils' Abode

It was night time, in the room that he called theirs; Aaron was slumped on the bed. His one hand had a half-empty can of beer while the other one clutched a picture of her. His eyes were closed and to any onlooker, he looked half dead. Which was true but he was not dead, far from it. He was simply in a state that lied between fully awake and being asleep.

He was half asleep given he was still clutching the can.

The bedsheets reeked of booze and sweat. He had not bothered to change the sheets after day one of Shirley going AWOL. He had no wish to clean his house or himself for that matter. His mind was muddled by drinking and he had lost appetite for actual food. Nowadays he lived on takeouts, basically, pizza, booze, and cigarette. He was back to smoking but only cigarettes and not joints or drugs.

He has not reached that stage, not yet.