Stay

"He saw nothing but bullets now. Bullets and darkness that seared his skin, and left scars that he nursed well into the night, when the burn of whisky tore his throat and the tears tore his cheeks. He threw the whisky away, the glass shattering on the ground, into a million pieces. That would stain the carpet." SAINW. Nights get cold when you are alone, and all you want is warmth.