It was obvious it wasn’t going to go as well as he wanted. It was obvious it wouldn’t work; it was, wasn’t it? The answer stared at him, right in front of his face. It was obvious, wasn’t it? He sipped his whiskey, and skewed his face… it was obvious, wasn’t it?
In a room full of broken furniture, and puddles of booze, practically drowning the bodies of furniture. It was obvious, wasn’t it?
He had bruises on his face, and blood dribbling from one of his nostrils, the corner of his mouth, he even had a piece of glass lodged in his neck. It was only a piece; it was obvious, wasn’t it?
He had slicked back his hair for the one hundredth time, and sent a large hindered exhale out of his mouth for the thousandth. He was real to his character; he was calm, collected, but also had this wild side to him, like an animal who had learned how to behave. It was obvious, wasn’t it?
He had a million thoughts flowing through his brain like poison; it could’ve just been the blows to the head. He sipped his whiskey, and splashed the remnants over his head; he smiled at the pain. It was obvious, wasn’t it?
Not a single tear fell from his widened eyes. He had a tough soldier look about him, though he had never been to war… it was obvious, wasn’t it?
This started with love.