Surpressed memories by alcohol.

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I stared in shock as I saw Vince lying on the ground with the knife in his gut. I stumbled backwards and puked in the toilet. I wiped my mouth and looked back at him.

The lifeless eyes stared at me.

I puked again and rushed out of the bathroom. I ran out of the house and slept in a hotel.

I didn't sleep for days, only thinking about Vince.

I couldn't accept it.

He wasn't dead.

Death doesn't do us apart.

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