(3rd person)

He stumbles out of the bar with a beer clutched in his hand. He takes sip after sip letting the alcohol poison his blood. He can't see clearly and he can't think clearly. But that's why he's here.

He takes another sip of his drink as another girl comes over to him. She's saying something, but he doesn't understand. Without thinking, he blurts out words as if his mouth isn't connected to his brain. She seems to like his response as she giggles and props herself ontop of him getting closer and closer. She turns to him and kisses his neck, then his jaw, and finally on his lips. Everything is a blur from then.

He woke up early the next morning with a random girl lying next to him sleeping soundly. He quietly gets out of bed and gets dressed. He leaves the room without her knowing as his pounding head puts him in an awful mood. He walks the streets of Brooklyn pulling out a cigarette and litting it. He brought it to his lips taking in the deadly smoke and breathing it back out trying to get his mind off of you.

He doesn't want to do this. He doesn't want to be here. But he has no choice. You broke up with him a month ago because of his mistake. He loves you too much to let you go, but you moved on. Every day without you is torture to him, so numbing himself is better than feeling this loneliness and pain from losing you. He does everything he can just to take his mind off of you since you are always on his mind. His life revolves around you, and now, he wants to forget about you. But he can't. He can't forget the way your eyes lit up. How your hair always fell in the perfect place. Your plump lips and rosy cheeks are forever on his mind. He can't stop himself from wishing every girl was you. As new girls come in and out of his life, his longing for you only grows. He wants to be happy again, but he doesn't know what happiness is anymore. The only happiness that he knows of is you and he has no faith that you would ever come back to him.

He finishes his cigarette and throws it on the ground. He stomps on it and keeps on walking. He turns a corner and sees someone. His spirits rise as the girl looks like you. He stops walking and stares at the sillouette. She turns around and his spirits fall. Every girl he passes he thinks it is you, but it's just his mind messing with him. All the pain and lonliness come back in a tidal wave. The alcohol, cigars, and girls help numb this pain, but then he falls back down again. He stops walking and sits in an alley not wanting to do anything. All he wants is you. Tears blur his vision as memories fill his mind. He closes his eyes as the tears fall silently. He gives in to the thought of you.

"No! Stop!" you laugh as he tickles you. You two were at the dock and he just found out how ticklish you were and is now using it to his advantages. "Stop!" you yell kicking your legs and laughing at the same time. He finally stops and laughs a bit himself as you sit up. He looks at you and sees you pout.
"That was mean," you pout trying to pull it off even though your smile was breaking through.
"Was it?" he asks jokingly.
"Yes it was," you nudged him and he nudged you back.
"Well, then I'm very sorry," he says playing along with your game.
"You should be," you continue as you stared into his icy blue eyes. You lean in as he does the same. Your lips touch as electricity surges through your body. Your arms wrap around his neck as his snake around your waist pulling you closer. You ean your head to the side to deepen the kiss. You both pull away to catch your breathes as you look out at the water. Your legs sway and kick the water as you lean your head on his shoulder. He drapes his arm over your shoulder pulling you closer.

He opens his eyes and more tears fall.

So, now that you know that this- reputation of his is because of you, hopefully, after seeing him in so much pain, you will forgive him and take him back, so his sadness will subside. He can get out of this prison he put himself in. He can rid himself from this torture. He can be happy again.

A-N- I think I want to make a part 2. Comment what you think. And vote. Thank you all! Love you all!