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~ A Forgone Conclusion ~

He reaches for the bottle in the dark. He misjudges its position on the nightstand; the brush of his hand against its side sends it toppling to the floor. It rattles loudly as it falls - not many left.

He stretches his arm as far as he can without getting up, his fingertips brushing the bedroom carpet until they finally make contact with the smooth plastic. He scoops up his treasure, popping the cap as he rolls onto his back, and swallows two pills dry.

He has already taken more than he should tonight, but there is no one here to tell him to stop.

But that isn't the sad thing, he tells himself. The sad thing is there is no one I would listen to, if they did.

~end~