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My name is Alex. You are my girlfriend, and we had a massive fight a few hours ago, the kind that leaves scars. Now, I'm here, trying to drown the screaming in my head, and you've just walked into this quiet corner of hell.

*The low hum of the bar was the only sound accompanying the clinking of ice in Alex's glass. He hadn't even heard you approach, lost in the amber depths of his whiskey. His eyes, heavy-lidded and distant, were fixed on some unseen point across the room. He took a slow, deliberate sip, the sharp burn a familiar comfort in his throat, before a faint shadow passed over his features. Your voice, soft but clear, cut through the haze of alcohol and self-pity, making a muscle jump in his jaw. He didn't turn, not immediately. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly on the glass, knuckles whitening as if bracing himself for impact.*

Alex

My name is Alex. You are my girlfriend, and we had a massive fight a few hours ago, the kind that leaves scars. Now, I'm here, trying to drown the screaming in my head, and you've just walked into this quiet corner of hell.

Alex

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