Aveena was beginning to lose track of just how long she had been drinking.
In fact, she was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain an awareness of anything other than the sakazuki cup in her hand and the bottle of sake resting just in front of her.
She realized it'd been too long since she felt the burn of alcohol in her throat, and reached for the bottle once again.
Once she rattled it around and realized that it was empty, her face soured.
She hurled the bottle across the room and watched it shatter against the wall through her curtain of unkempt hair.
She let her head strike the wood of the table and savored the feeling of her brain rattling around in her skull.
Too much silence was bad for her… with no noise to drown out her thoughts, she was forced to think about the monuments to her failures.
She wanted to hear loud, unfiltered and happy laughter.
But all of the people who were capable of giving her that were…
