The Winds Of Craif

“I hurt myself today… to see if I still feel… I focus on the pain… the only thing that’s real”

Craif was drunk again. But not the kind of drunk you see in people when they’ve been out partying all night. No. This was the kind of drunk you see in a person who despises their own existence. A certain level of intoxication that makes one wonder what that person could have done in their past life to want to punish their own body in such a manner. His eyes were crusted shut.  Had he been crying?  God only knew.

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