Zac stood by watching the flame flicker and burn brightly on the dark blue candle. He had just put on an excellent show with his brothers. Now he was alone in his cold hotel room. The candle his only light.
It had been two years now. Two years, to this day, since he didn't save his best friend from drowning in the river…
Taking out a tiny package, he dumped the contents out onto the mirror. Then taking the razorblade that laid haphazardly to the side, he began to chop the powder up into fine dust.
He grabbed the rolled twenty and stuck one tip to his left nostril, as he closed the other one with his finger. Bending over, he gave a quick snort. The white substance vanishing from the table.
Zac rubbed his nose reflexively as the burning sensation overcame him.
Dark blue, that was her favorite color. Angel's favorite color was dark blue.
Jerking himself from his thoughts, Zac looked down, and tried to drown out the screaming fans outside his door. The mirrored coffee table was before him, showing off his dark blue eyes due to his colored contacts, and the faint dust line of white powder was there that he had used to stop his wandering thoughts.
Much to his disgust, in self-pity, he collapsed to his knees.
Dark blue, her eyes were dark blue. Angel's eyes were dark blue.
Hanging his head he remembered Angel. He remembered her well. Her likes and her dislikes, all became his, once he realized she wasn't ever coming back to him.
The dark blue candle continued to burn unnoticed now. Zac was wrapped up too much in the past, and then, suddenly, he passed out. His subconscious started reminding him, of what he was trying so desperately to forget.
