"You brought me back to life and filled my lungs with air, rescuing me from the brink of death."
His whisper wraps around me like a gentle embrace, filling me with a sense of euphoria and pulling me into a state of bliss.
"Your love is my lifeline."...
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Aaliyah
The cold, sharp sensation of the liquid as it slides down my throat makes me wince in discomfort. The burning feeling is intense and I can feel the alcohol searing my throat. I take a deep breath and try to ignore the sensation, hoping it will soon pass. But the discomfort lingers, reminding me of the alcohol's potency and the effects it will have on my body.
I press the large bottle of liquor back to my lips, reveling in the feeling of the alcohol coursing through my veins. But before I can take another shot, Sora snatches the bottle from my grasp.
"Hey!" I protest, my voice slurring slightly.
"You've had enough," Sora states firmly, her eyes stern. I try to argue, my mind clouded by the alcohol I have already consumed, but she cuts me off. "You've already had three, and that's a lot for someone who can't handle their liquor," she says, her words hitting a little too close to home.
Savannah begins to laugh and I glare at her. "You can't handle your alcohol, either." I retort.
"At least I'm self-aware," she quips back, playfully nudging me with her elbow. "What happened to Sober Ali?"
"She died as soon as she walked through the door." I reply, eagerly reaching for the bottle in Sora's hand, but she swats me away like a pesky fly.
"I already miss her." Sora mutters and I respond by flipping her off.
The three of us find ourselves seated on the edge of a bathtub in a cramped and sticky bathroom. After five minutes of standing aimlessly at the raging party, we decided to sneak off to find a quiet place to talk. We roamed through the crowded living room, dodging people dancing and spilling drinks, until we found the kitchen. The smell of alcohol was too tempting, and we couldn't resist the desire to steal an unopened bottle of vodka from the counter before bolting to the nearest bathroom.
After a few wrong turns, we had finally found an unoccupied bathroom and quickly locked ourselves in. We took a moment to settle in before opening the bottle and taking our first swigs. As we passed it around, the strong alcohol burned our throats, but we didn't care as we were too focused on drowning out our anxiety in its contents.
Despite my initial intention of staying sober, I now find myself quite intoxicated — my senses are dulled, my movements are unsteady, and my thoughts are muddled.
I regret not sticking to my original plan.
"River hasn't texted me back." Savannah's distressed voice brings me back to reality. "I already sent him two texts. I'm not desperate enough to send him a third." She fidgets with her phone, checking for any missed calls or messages.
"Maybe he's doing a line of coke," I giggle, earning a pinch on my arm from Sora. "Ouch," I hiss, rubbing the sore spot.
She gives me a stern look and scolds me to be quiet before turning to Savannah. "Maybe we should head back out and wait for him to find us."
