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"If you're a lover, you should know

The lonely moments just get lonelier

The longer you're in love than if you were alone."

The burn of strong whiskey feels comforting, familiar even, as it pours down my throat. Even though my thoughts have fogged considerably after countless shots, I still can't rid her from my mind.

I can still remember that night. Wild and tousled hair, bloodshot eyes, expression contorted in anguish, eyes dark with betrayal.

I've ruined everything. I've ruined her.

Glass clinks against wood as I set it down. 

This isn't helping me. I can still hear her, memories bold and vivid as they flash, one after the other.

It's so cold. I miss her so much. I remember how she would wrap her arms around me after a long day at work, mumbling soft nothings into my ear. How her eyes would light up when she saw me. How she would thread her hands through my hair.

How she used to be so happy-go-lucky and full of life.

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Hey, there! This is just a short teaser to warm up a little bit. I can promise the next chapter will be longer, but meanwhile, I'd love any constructive criticism on my writing! (And suggestions for the plot...)

I started writing this book partly because of a) the challenge mentioned in the description and b) I have a personal issue and couldn't talk to anyone else about it. Writing in a private journal didn't work, so I came to Wattpad.

I am so sorry for projecting this onto you. I'll probably delete this snippet later.

Thanks for reading!! <3