Alone

Summary: He sat in the dark and empty apartment, thinking and trying to not think anymore…

Author's Note: I figured it was time to torture Hyde this time…plus this has been sitting on my computer for a while and I figured I would share! It's just a short drabble, but reviews are most appreciated!

Disclaimer: They are not mine…dang…

He knew he was a bastard. He'd always been and always would be a bastard. He always fucked everything up and wound up hurting the few people who actually gave a damn about him. He hated himself sometimes.

He took a long swallow of cheap whiskey from the nearly empty bottle. God, that shit was like drinking fire it burned his throat so bad. He prided himself on being skilled at holding his liquor, so he resisted the urge to gag and took yet another swallow.

He sat in the dark and empty apartment, thinking and trying to not think anymore. It wasn't working, at all. He'd left home with barely a word to anyone and drove to New York City. He managed to find a job as a cook in a greasy restaurant, managed to find a small apartment, managed to get used to eating alone, managed to get used to the sounds of the city…he hadn't managed to get used to not seeing her face.

She was happy, and he couldn't stand to see her with anyone else, so he left. He'd fucked up, but he always thought that she'd forgive him, that she'd see she belonged with him. She didn't see that though. She said yes to a marriage proposal after barely a year, said yes to a man who she'd once said she'd never date, said yes to the one man who hadn't hurt her

He lost the only thing that had ever meant anything, and he hated it. But, more than anything, he hated knowing that it was his own damn fault.