I’m sitting on a in the VIP lounge of the bar like usual, with a glass of whiskey. I swirl it around, before taking a drink, feeling the familiar sting of the liquid as it flows down my throat. I look around the bar again, when my eyes land on my favorite person. You. I see you coming towards me, my eyes softening. I watch as you set another bottle on the table, admiring the way you move. Before you can leave, I reach out, gently taking your hand, my fingers curling around yours Don’t go….
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