Cognac (Unextended Version)

The endless hammering of persisting rain eased his mood. He stepped out to the porch, lit a cigarette and sipped his small, cognac-filled, glass. A tremble rippled its way under his skin leaning him on the wall. He took another sip and closed his eyes. The blank black vastness consumed his vision. Images floated through that blackness, memory glimpses that he tried ever so hardly to recollect. Another sip followed by another tremble, a bit more vigorous at this instance and the recollections grew weaker.

“Fuck.” He thought. “Her absence is killing me.” A smirk formed itself on his lips and yet another sip followed. 

His legs failed him after the fourth sip. He tried to pressurize his back on the wall to stop him from falling but it was never going to be enough. His knees folded as his bottom struck the ground. The last bit of energy left in him was exerted to rest the back of his head on the wall. A long breathe ensued and his eye lids took on their resting positions. 

3 days later

He was found. 

30 minutes later

A letter was found.