@semperardens // frankie cont
“ ——-Sarah? ” He isn’t drunk or high enough to hallucinate, that much he knows, and yet, he questions his sanity when he sees her, hears her. His heart aches, just slightly, like someone quickly jabbed the two letters he had etched there with a letter opener. “ Thanks. Do you, uh… You got time for a drink? ”
“ Don’t think you and I should be drinkin, Frankie. We both know that leads to bad places. I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I ah...never do forget. ” Her expression, though first hard, softened slightly- he was always going to be her first love, puppy love, imprinted on her like no one else yet. But he was still only that. Puppy love wasn’t strong enough to clean a man’s act up.















