sleeping alone but i still feel haunted

It’s just Bobby, half-passed out on some street he doesn’t recognize, the last few drops of whatever alcohol used to be in the bottle clutched in his grasp dribbling down his arm and pooling, absorbing into the pavement.

He’s not sure where he is. The sounds around him are meaningless; the cars and the people pass by without a care in the world – which, if Bobby thought about it, would probably be kind of strange. But he doesn’t deserve the help anyway. He doesn’t want it. He wants to just lay here until his consciousness flickers like a light switch and then dims and fades out altogether. The way Luke’s did.