𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐒 .

𝙻𝙾𝚂   𝚂𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙾𝚂,     𝚂𝙰𝙽   𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝚂,     𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙿   𝚆𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈   𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝚂   𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚈.

what   is   loneliness?       is   it   emptiness,    a   never-ending   void   spilling   from   open   pores?       is   it   the   absence   of   companionship,    or   the  presence   of   it?       a   room   full   of   people   can   transmute   into   acid   gas,     drowning   her   in   poison.       [new   york   used   to   be   full   of   it.       rooms   full   of   people,    inebriated   by   their   own   loneliness.       los   santos   was   different:     a   rhythmic   debauchery,    man’s   most   primitive   needs   hung   up   on   dazzling   billboards.]       at   some   point,     her   eyes   must   have   fallen   shut,     the   waves   of   the   ocean   splitting   against   the   shore   sounding   closer   than   before.        it   must   have   been   for   a   moment   too   long,    for   when   they   reopen,     his   face   is   checkered   with   small,    hazy,    orbs.

❛❛     DON’T   BE   RIDICULOUS.       I’M   NEVER    LONELY.     ❜❜       something   akin   to   amusement   takes   form   at   the   corners   of   her   mouth.       the   patio   has   long   emptied;    empty   glasses   and   plates   still   strewn   across   tabletops.       the   late   evening   breeze   blows   rhythmically   through   the   atmosphere,     moving   her   hair   as   spilled   ink   against   the   skin   of   her   cheek.       [in   the   corner   of   the   patio,     at   their   table,     with   the   shine   of   the   string   lights   reflecting   on   their   faces,     they   almost   look   like   normal   people.]       a   clink   as   the   neck   of   the   bottle   touches   the   glass,     perspiration   coating   her   fingers,    aureate   liquid   swirling   against   the   crystal.

shedding away pathetic past again ... or so he tries . on the outside , endeavor is successful : MICHAEL DE SANTA IS SUCCESSFUL , leaving a gorgeous albeit now empty house ( q. what is loneliness? ) in a luxurious car purring down los santos streets to sit across from HER / and for the first time in a long fuckin' time ? maybe he's not so lonely .