15 Nightmares
No one understood why Aaron drank coffee almost every time. He wasn’t sure either why he preferred the bitter stuff to the much-preferred iced tea. It was just perfunctory, something he’d grown up with. A part of him.
Aaron sipped the coffee again. He’d made sure to get another cup before retiring to his room. The drink burned down his throat, the bitter taste a little bit to strong but he endured it. It was better to endure bitterness than the pain that lay deep within his soul.
He walked over to the drawer in his room and pulled one open. Inside lay a framed photograph of a woman. The last one he had of her. He looked at the photo, his eyes burning. A part of him wanted to cry at the pain she went through for him. A part of him wanted to cry for the injustice and the cruel fate that had gotten her.