Intoxicated whispers

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Anxiety settled in, whispering doubts and conjuring worst-case scenarios in my mind. Fate, it seemed, cruelly orchestrated a puppet show of emotions, testing the limits of my endurance. As I contemplated placing one final call to Antonio, a summons from an unknown number jolted me from my reverie. The air grew heavy with anticipation as I hesitantly answered, aching for a connection, for even the slightest reassurance. Heart pounding, I answered, greeted by Dilara's voice-a voice laden with intoxication and layered with the remnants of music in the background. "Baby...I...I miss you," she uttered, her words caressing the air with a mixture of sorrow and longing.

Unleashing a torrent of concern, I asked her, "where are you Lara?" Hoping to alleviate her unease, but her response only deepened my worry. "I'm still here," she noted. In the chaotic symphony of laughter and conversations, a dissonant chord struck my ears, dispelling my anxiety. "Who's with you?" I questioned, my voice heavy with anger. "Just a few guys Melike invited with," she responded, her words laced with drunken mirth, but her longing for me seeping through. A whirlwind of confusion spun through my mind as I couldn't grasp the presence of unfamiliar companions around her.

"Where the fuck is Antonio?" I asked, the protector within me seeking answers. "I don't know, I thought he went back home," she innocently responded. A surge of worry consumed me, fueling my anger. "What? What was Melike thinking, what were you thinking Dilara?" I roared, severing our connection as I raced towards the disclosed location where she was located. Driven to madness by the threat to her safety, I became a whirlwind of determination, ready to overcome any obstacle that dared to keep me from her side. With every second that passed, my heart pounded against my chest, urging the car beneath my hands to push beyond its limits. The roads blurred, entirely insignificant in the grand scheme of my desperate race towards the bar where she was. The weight of my anger and fear propelled me foward, driving me to disregard the consequences that awaited my arrival.

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