Hello Freewriters!

Getting back into the swing of things, and currently working on a short story. I am hoping to turn it into a novel! I feel that these free writes help me to loosen up, and start diving in without the prejudging that I like to do to myself. Thank goodness for these.

For those of you that do not know about the 5-Minute FreeWrite, check it out here

They give a prompt, and you have 5 minutes to write! All of my writings are considered Autobiographical Fiction. They are not necessarily real. You never have to feel sorry for me, this is the way I create.
FAIR WARNING: Most of my stories are sad in some way. Be prepared to have the feels!

Now, onto the writing!

One More Glass

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Hannah held the empty wine glass in her right hand, her cell phone in her left hand. She slowly scrolled through his Facebook posts, looking for some sort of clue that he had been cheating the whole time that they were together. All the posts seemed innocent enough, either having them tagged together on one of their romantic outings, or was a share from another friend. She put the glass up to her shaky lips to take another sip, finally realizing that the glass empty. She set the phone down only because she needed a refill.

Walking over to the counter, she picked up the red wine bottle that was also completely empty. Not one drop left. She picked up the other red wine bottle next to it, also empty. Hannah had managed to suck down two bottles in the last few hours, with no recollection of it except for the pain that was numbed, no longer still burning through her soul, after finding out that the person she loved the most didn't love her as much.

She knew she was drunk. If asked by anybody, she would admit it openly. Two bottles of wine was the perfect amount of numbing that she had hoped for in order to hopefully get a night of rest. She already tried beer, alcohol, white wine, champagne, and was finally resulting to red wine to see if that was the best form of sleep medicine.

Hannah looked back towards her phone again, knowing that if she picked it back up, there would be more hours of torture instead of laying down to get the sleep she needed. She felt like the only love she had at that moment were the empty bottles that treated her so well the past couple of hours. She scooped both empty bottles into her arms, and carried them to her bed. Laying down, she tucked in both bottles next to her, making sure to wish the bottles good night and telling them that she loved them, unconditionally.

I hope you enjoy my little story!

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