Late night fishing boats dotted the horizon, the beam from the lighthouse illuminating them as they bobbed up and down on the waves. Elias wondered what it would be like to live out alone at sea where nobody could hurt him; and where I couldn’t hurt anybody. A six-pack of beers sat next to his foot but he hadn’t opened one. After smashing his emergency stash of vodka, he felt like he needed to replace it and for once he didn’t go for the strongest thing in the shop. He still couldn’t bring himself to drink it. Alcohol had never been his addiction but it worked at calming his mind. That’s all he wanted it for. I want to forget seeing Caden holding somebody else’s hand. The day should have turned out very differently. Elias had gained his official sober status, he had gained back his nephew and sister’s trust but he felt like he had lost so much too. It wasn’t until the tears tumbled off his chin that he even realized he was silently crying.
