You sat on your humble balcony, indulging in things you swore you would never give in to again, but promises are things that have always gone against your nature in one way or another. Or at least that's what others thought of you.

It was rather cold, the sky was black, without a single star. It was the smog and the light of the city that drove them far beyond the clouds, away from the eyes of the people. You were alone, as you always have been lately. At work, they thought you were an oddball, even though you were well liked and respected before. Your friends had given up on you, not to mention your love relationships. It's all going to hell.

You took a swig from a bottle, the glass clinked on contact with the ground.

"YOU LOOK..." oh yes... you may have appeared to be alone to others, but in reality you haven't experienced that luxury in a good few weeks. Venom's head took hold beside you, two large eyes looking at you, no pupils, no light in them and yet they seemed a little guilty. "YOU LOOK SAD TO ME."