A Metered Pace
Word Count: 306
Years have passed since last being active in anything. The Sharp apartment looked ancient and almost abandoned to the dust that was consuming it. A thick layer of dust made its home upon all the bookshelves and instruments. Tiny paw prints were made in a path throughout the apartment. Behind all the sheet music and stands, the candle flickered next to Aloysious as he laid on his bed. Eyes glazed over as he put the bottle to his lips as usual. It had become a crutch since he became of age to drink. Scars stood out in the dim lighting as he traced his fingers over some of the newer ones. Friends were not something he had anymore given the way he left everything behind. Sometimes though, the alcohol that would addle his brain gave a passing fancy that perhaps he could go out there once more into the world as if nothing had occurred.
"So much lost time and relationships, I wonder if any of them remember me at this point? What would I do, what would I say? Could I tell them that I was slipping down to a place I couldn't drag people down to? Is it better to be forgotten at this point or to try and douse the burning bridges of time? I fear that perhaps I have let things lie for too long. All that remains is the little work I finished in the long years of solitude with my patient and doting pet. Even Melody has stayed since I told her what had happened. The things I had seen at the time were not easy to take in and still linger as haunting images in my peripheral vision."
With a quiet sigh, he heaved himself to an upright position and hung his feet over the side of the bed.
