I’ve been watching for as long as i can remember.
There’s a giant bag of empty wine bottles in your room. It’s about a week old.
I hate you, I scream at you, I make you feel like the worst human being alive for your taste in wine.
Red wine, you reek of it. You disgust me.
I love you.
I hate you because when I watch you, I fear I am watching my future.
I’m fifteen years old.
And my collection of whisky bottles in the last week have beat yours.