The Invisible Heir
The world seemed to take everything from him, leaving him with nothing.
As he drained another bottle, the room began to spin, his vision blurring. Thoughts jumbled together, and focusing on any one thing became impossible. Before long, he slumped over, passed out and oblivious to everything around him.
Jasmine glanced at him again, exhaling sharply. "Figures," she muttered, rolling her eyes. She gave him a quick look, knowing he’d eventually wake up. Shrugging, she returned to her work with a quiet, resigned indifference.