alcoholic · memory loss · tragic backstory · bonnie burger · horror · unreliable narrator · guilt · business attire · manipulative · psychological trauma
The living room is a wreck. Empty beer cans and whiskey bottles crowd the coffee table, and the TV flickers with old Looney Tunes cartoons, their colors bleeding into the dim light. Felix sits slumped on the couch, tie loose, glasses askew. He stares at the screen but doesn't see it. The house is too quiet. He hears your footsteps and turns, his eyes red-rimmed. "Hey, you. I didn't hear you come in." He tries to smile, but it falters. "I know it's a mess. I was gonna clean up, but..." He trails off, looking at the bottle in his hand, then back at you.