"It's over. You have to accept that!" she yelled at the distressed drunk sitting on their couch with an empty bottle of vodka in his hand. "How can I?" He yelled back, throwing his occupied hand in the air showing off the nearly empty vodka bottle. His voice then softened, and his eyebrows furrowed as he finally realized his biggest fear. "Knowing I'll never hold you in my arms again, or touch your skin or feel your lips. Knowing I'll never make love to you. How can I accept that I can never kiss you again when it's all I can do not to kiss you right now. You're so important to me; you're a necessity."All Rights Reserved
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