He never felt lips like her before.
Soft, small, and hesitant.
And he never wanted to feel anyone else's.
'But that was a long time ago,' he thought sadly. This was now and if he was going to make it until tomorrow he needed to stop thinking like that. He forehead was plastered onto the window looking out at the quarter moon. 'If only.' He removed his forehead grabbing the firewhisky bottle that sat beside him. Empty. Then looking about he realized he had drained all of the bottles. Carefully swaggering and swaying he made his way to his bed and collapsed on top of the sheets. 'If only we were together.' was he last thought before passing into dream land.

A/N: They are short because its a bunch of drabbles in no certain order put together. Oh and the lips idea came from V for Vendetta :.