Quantum Obsession | 18+

82. The cursed night

I grip the glass of whiskey tightly .

But my fingers tremble as I bring it to my lips.

For the first time I'm trying alcohol that too to numb the pain.

The liquid burns my throat as it goes down, but I don't flinch.

I don't stop.

The pain in my chest is worse than the fire in my throat.

I look around the place to make sure where exactly I'm.

The dim glow of the bar’s neon sign is casting long shadows on the polished wooden counter,

I scrunch my eyes at the floor.

I am sitting alone at the end of the bar,

slouching my shoulders , my reflection stares back at me from the mirror behind the rows of liquor bottles.

I look terrible, like a zombie.

There's a faint hum of a jazz melody playing in the background, blending with the clinking of glasses .

Half naked men and women moulding their bodies with each other.

“Another shot ” I mutter, why does my voice sounds so hoarse.

The bartender hesitates a little, then pours me a shot.

Maybe he can guess that I'm not used to this.

I lift it to my lips again, the amber liquid looks quite fascinating.

But not more than him.

As I tilt my head back, the alcohol burns my throat, a sharp, fiery pain that make my eyes water.

Can't he see my pain ?

Can't he understand how much I love him.

But I don’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

I need the burn, the distraction from the ache in my chest.

I raise the glass again and the liquor slides down my throat like liquid fire.

I cough and cough, but The burn is nothing compared to the hollow emptiness inside me.

“Why does it hurt so much?” I whisper, more to myself than to anyone else.

Prof RDO what did you do with me.

See where you have brought me.

" I thought... you... you loved me " I slurr, the words in my throat are not coming out properly.

It's like a brittle whisper laced with the alcohol's rough edges.

But I love you so much.

So much that it hurts.