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Ares knew he did all he could for the kids. He didnât have much faith, but he did what he set out to do. Still, the lack of alcohol was starting to really get to him, as he had cut his drinking back over the last week to try and keep sober long enough to help them to his highest capability. Of course, that had consequences. It started having consequences the second Serenity found out about the nightlock.Â
The night before the private training sessions would happen, Ares fell into the bottle. He fell in hard. He drank almost an entire bottle of bourbon before he managed to stumble into the elevator and to the roof with another one in hand. His hands were still shaken to the point he could barely keep a hold of the bottle. As he got into the warm night air, the city lights began to blur together like distant stars.Â
In his drunken stupor, he felt like he could launch himself toward them, as if his feet were made of rockets. Like he knew he could fly. So he took another long swig out of the bottle, feeling his chest ache from the pain of the burn before stumbling his way to the ledge of the roof. His tall frame was able to squeeze up until he was sitting along the stone before his long legs dangled over the edge below. He knew there was no way to jump, even if he wanted to. Even in his drunken stupor, he knew the barriers were there.Â
Do I want to? he thought.
He never used to, not even in the mountains.
I deserve it for what I did to Sera.
His right leg pulls up underneath him and he somehow finds the balance to stand on the ledge and take another drink from the bottle. When he swallows it, he slides his foot so the toes of his boot are a few inches off of the ledge. His heart was racing. His chest hurt. His temples were pounding.
It was so loud.
Then he heard a voice behind him and the world suddenly stopped. He took a strangled breath and looked over his shoulder at the person who pierced his thoughts.
