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My eyes glazed over from the whiskey, and my breathe burned. The bottle in my hand was cold, and inviting. The contact of the marble counter and cold glass bottle caused me to widen my eyes.

I took a step back. The glass chandelier in the middle of the dining room swayed, the alcohol was starting to effect me. 

I heard the front door handle twist, and turn until she busted through. Her being my girlfriend, Kali. Her bright blue eyes met mine, and her face immediately fell. 

"Liam." She huffed, walking closer to me. "You need to stop getting so drunk all of the time."  I leaned down to greet her with a sloppy kiss. She leaned away from my lips, pursing hers into a thin line. I sighed, suffocating her with the scent of alcohol from my breath. 

"Why won't you kiss me?" I roared. Her eyes widened, and she stepped back. 

"Because you're drunk and I hate to see you like this." She hummed, her voice laced with annoyance, looking into my glazed eyes. 

I looked back at her, unsure of what to do next. I was dizzy and afraid of falling. I closed my eyes, took another drink of the hot whiskey, and made my way for the door. As I exited the mansion like house, I heard her voice, clear of her pissed off state, yelling for me. 

"Liam!" Was the last thing I heard form Kali as I left. The cold night air hit me hard. I breathed in the scent of nature, rain and smoke. 

I walked down the cold, concrete sidewalk, the scent of nicotine growing stronger. 

I looked down the small ally. A fragile, pale girl stood there, a cigarette connected to her lips. Her chest rose and fell as she took in the heat of smoke. I leaned against the brick wall and looked at her every move. 

"Whats your name?" I slurred, the words coming out rushed. She snapped her head around, her over sized coat and dark hair swayed at her movement. 

Her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were cracked. 

She took the nicotine out of her mouth and held it between her index finger and thumb. 

"Morana."She stuttered before she ran back down the alley, leaving her burning cigarette behind. 


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