Pinned
This is the first fic I ever wrote and I'm proud of it. Some people cope with the loss of their partner through therapy. I cope with the loss of my partner through writing about an evil woman drugging and kidnapping me for it.
As soon as I walk into the bar I spot you in the corner, drowning your sorrows in a double malt. The single tear dripping down your left cheek is so delicious I can hardly resist the urge to lick it. I need to know who hurt you and thank them for making you so beautiful.