It was a rainy day, Stone was on his desk watching the rain drop outside. It was quiet, empty, like his soul and heart. He looked down at the poem he was writing, before looking at the time. It was 3 a.m..

"I should probably get some snacks." Stone whispered to himself before closing his notebook. It was full of wonderful poems and writings. He knew it would never lead him to something, but hey, it was a fun hobby.

He stood up and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of liquor. He flung off the cap, right then and there. He took a sip, before heading back to his room.

Stone let out a sigh, before drinking his liquor. It tasted like heaven.