With the plaintive strains of The Association as background music, Derek set down his glass of wine and knuckled his eyes in a vain attempt to forestall the lassitude creeping over him. He supposed if he called for emergency services now, they might be able to negate the effects of the alcohol and the pills in his system, but he didn’t see the logic in doing so.
As if to strengthen his resolve, the music reminded him that, regarding Lacey, he was not gonna be the one to share her dreams, her schemes or what had once seemed to be a life they could both have been happy with.
Scooping three more of the small bluish tablets off the side table, he washed them down with a generous gulp of Zinfandel. As his torpor grew, it saddened him terribly knowing Lacey would never know the many things he’d wished for with her…for them...until after he was lost to her forever.
This story was written for the weekly Five Sentence Fiction flash fiction prompt: cherish