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Chardonnay bubbled in the glass flute, the air causing them to rise to the surface of the liquid, and it slowly dissolved onto thin air. White curls of smoke spun and twirled around each other, dancing as if the trails had lost its rhythm before completely disappearing in the air. Around the bottom of the white candles, brown twine was wrapped around the wax and it was slowly digging into the melting wax. Slowly, the candles began to lean in on each other as if they were sure to kiss and the wax continuously fell onto the platform beneath before it immediately hardened upon impact. More and more droplets fell and hardened then pooled upon the subtle tray underneath. The twine remained strong despite the flames of the candles kissing each other, so close they both shared a orangey-red color. Slowly, the candles began to melt into each other's embraces.
The chardonnay remained in its tall, glass flute, and it mindlessly bubbled then filled the air. The dark, transparent yellow liquid felt cold against the glass of the cup, and it continued to bubble. It felt heavy in his hand and his dark eyes watched the liquid swish around with the movement of his hand. His arm reached out to hold out the flute of chardonnay before he turned his arm to the side, causing the dark yellow to rush into the sink, and it finally slipped down the drain.
Outside, a chorus of voices echoed.
Viktor sighed softly as he ran his hand down his face, his grip on the glass flute tightened, and he exhaled sharply. He didn't want to be here. He didn't even like chardonnay or whatever fancy drinks he was offered. He didn't like none of it because he liked the taste of bitter, cheap beer, and he began thinking about the candles that were twined together. That brought him some comfort as he stood in the white, minimalist bathroom, and he turned on the sink with the glass knob.
Cupping his hands, he splashed water onto his face before he turned the water off with a twist and he dried his hands then his face. Viktor inhaled sharply, mentally preparing himself for the outside of the door.
The rest of his day went by in a blur as it often did nowadays, but Viktor didn't understand how he allowed his girlfriend to stay at her stepmother's house for dinner and he tried to focus on the slight headache forming after he took a sip of chardonnay to make himself grateful. He hated fancy alcohol, especially when it was given to him, but he still drank it in order to seem thankful.
