Flash Fiction: This Time by DC Juris
He looked at himself in the mirror and, just like the last three dozen or so times, the voice in the back of his head whispered to him, how many more times?
How many more times could he go through this? How many more times could he ride in like a knight in shining armor and save Tim? Pull his ex back from the brink of oblivion...for what? So some other drama could throw him into another downward spiral, and they could both repeat the process all over again?
The sound of vomiting carried in from the bedroom, and he turned instinctively toward the door, nearly tripping over himself when his feet refused to move. He couldn’t face it. Not yet. Instead he reached for the faucet, turned the water on full blast in an attempt to drown out the noise of addiction.
Maybe this time he could talk sense into Tim; convince him to seek the help he so desperately needed. Maybe this time, things would be different. He grabbed a washcloth out of the cabinet, wet it, and shut off the tap.
“Darryn!” Tim called out to him. “I need help.”
Darryn nodded to himself in the mirror before heading for the door. This time would be different.
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