WHAT'S LEFT?
The glisten of the polished wooden counter, smudged my reflection, as I tried to look at myself smiling, while swirling my freshly poured glass of whiskey. Sarah rushed in as soon as she saw me from the door of the bar. “Are you still going to ask for another?” Sarah asked. Silence circulated between us for about 5 to 10 minutes, and the swirling of my glass followed the forced grimace and smiles. “What does the world need from me anyway” I said. Sarah sighed and turned away for a few seconds, as the silence grew and turned back to me. “J… You said, you’d do it for me” Sarah said. I looked down at the whiskey decreasing its speed in swirling and took a big sip, and then coughed with a slight choke. “WHHHHYYYYYY?! DAMN IT!! TELL ME WHYYYY?!” Sarah shouted. Sarah clutched onto my jacket shaking me trying get me to get back to my senses. I continued to cough and took another sip of my whiskey, and groaned at the sting it sent down my throat. “There’s nothing left for m