Overkill

The bar reeked of smoke that leached in from the outside every time the door hung up a second longer than it should have. The entire place was miserable, people drowning in alcohol to avoid the plights of their sorrows.

That was the same tale for you, a glass of vodka sat firmly in your grasp, nearly finished already. You've done some pretty fucked up things in your time, so honestly it's your fault that you sat here alone on this Friday night.

The vast majority of people had their heads in their hands, wallowing in their grief, the ones who didn't were clearly talking to strangers with nothing in common. God you needed to smoke, throwing the rest of the vodka down your throat.

You excused yourself out of the booth, giving it to some scrawny dude and his friends.

"Here lad, cheers for the overfill." The bartender looked in shock when the small bill slid into his hand, maybe it was to make yourself feel better. Stroke your own ego a little bit, the motivation doesn't make the action.

You pulled on the thick wooden door, building is probably older than anyone in this bar tenfold. The chill of the still night air hitting you in full force as the exit slammed behind you.

There was less people outside, all concentrated in one pact to the left of you.

Except one.

Her.

Fucking Jo Yuri herself, your first partner and certainly the one you treated the worst. Draped chest to upper thigh in all black, holding a green lighter. Despite her constant flicking it did nothing, frustration visibly on her features. "Useless piece of shit."

You kept your distance, sitting on the edge of the pavement. Pulling out one of your final cigarettes from the damaged box, the sky looked particularly empty today. Just black, no stars.

The faint fire hit the butt of the cigarette, your lighter barely functional but the job was getting done. Taking your first hit of the night, letting the faint calm take hold.

And another hit, this time to the sound of someone hacking their lungs up to your left.

You took occasional glances to the girl to your right, she was desperately trying to get that lighter to work but to no avail. She looked so much better than you remember, older, colder.

You probably had something to do with that.

Another hit.

"Give me a hit of that lighter yea?" Yuri decided to come and approach you, taking you back slightly but that didn't show outwardly.

"Yeah sure here." She caught the lighter you chucked with grace, lighting the cigarette and dropping it on the ground next to you with a clink.

She fell to her feet, crouching next to you. "So dickwad, how's life been treating ya?" She was venomous.

"Shit, that what you wanna hear?"

"Absolutely."

"How's it going for you then?"

"Equally as miserable, think that much is evident when I've came to talk to you." She sighed, taking a drag from her now lit cigarette. The cold of night was starting to ramp up, the chill starting to burn your cheeks.

"Clearly, wouldn't have thought you'd ever come talk to me again."

"Wasn't ever planning on it, but it's been a shit fucking week." Neither of you two faced each other, looking head on towards the blue cars that were tinted dark by the lack of light.

"Can relate, so what's been happening in your land recently then?"

"Is that the first time you've ever asked me about how I've felt? Normally too busy fucking some random girl to ever talk to me." Her voice was daggers, piercing your skin. Hurting you in a way you would never have thought about, you did the actions after all.

"Eh, you were the best."

She was visibly taken aback, taking a longer cigarette break than usual. "Not good enough to be faithful? Way to twist the fucking knife."

"Whatever, you didn't really answer the fucking question."

"Does it fucking matter? You don't care, you didn't care."

"Stop being so difficult about it! God fucking damn."

She had that look on her face that you read so well, the "I should leave but I don't want to." face, she had it a lot when you two were together. All the little red flags she just ignored for whatever reason.

If only you loved her half as much as she loved you.

"Fine, asshole. I thought I finally had something good, turns out he was just as unfaithful as you. Even more so somehow." She was shaking, shivering in this air. It was getting too cold.

"Wow, that's impressive. Anyways, you are freezing to fucking death out here, take my coat." You offered it to her.

She was tempted to scoff, such a readable person. But relented to the cold crushing down on her, "Yeah, sure what the fuck ever just hand it over." The cold swarmed in on you as the shielding fabric transported to Yuri. She looked ridiculous with it on, body being swallowed entirely by it.

"No problem."

"Fuck off."

You laughed.

Your cigarette was nearly faded, "How much you had to drink today then?"

"Just enough to numb the thoughts, sober enough to think."

"Fair enough, anything else you wanna vent about?" You pulled out your phone, dry as all fuck save for a few random notifications.

"I could rant for eons about how much of a dick you were to me, letting me pour my heart out then cutting it out." She took one long, final drag. "But I'm not going to. It's not worth the effort, wanna walk me home?"

Well that took a turn.

"Oh? Inviting me over after all that?"

"Don't get me wrong, I fucking hate you. But this week has been nothing but awful. It can't get worse, so how about you just do one thing right and don't deny me of what I want." She got up, you followed.

"Well then, sure."

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