his eyes

last night was the weirdest night...i talked to him after it happened. his eyes were glassy, you could see fear mixed with alcohol running through them. after a night of wrong decisions and worse ideas, a cold shower and sleep was all that was on his mind. little did he know, we were up much later then him, sadend, pissed, and worried for him. as soon as i opened the door, just seeing his eyes made my stomach drop. it took fifteen minutes to finally pick it up and walk outside. its been playing like a movie theater in my head ever since. you could buy tickets to an almost guarenteed showing at 7:10pm. its over now, everything is much better, it has pretty much blown over, and now the aftermath of gossip and rumors begins...while i watch it again in my head...but hes ok.