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The first sip burned, but it was a localized pain—a welcome distraction from the hollow ache in his chest. He wanted to drink until the memories of her laughter stopped sounding like music and started sounding like static. He wanted to drown the image of the hallway where she had said "I can't do this anymore," leaving a silence so loud it felt like a physical weight.

He stared into the amber glass. The liquid was sharp, smelling of scorched earth and forgotten promises. he whispered to the rim of the glass. as_vrea_sa_beau_sa_plang_sa_mor

He had spent weeks being "strong." He had been the man who cleaned the apartment, who went to work, who told friends he was "hanging in there." But as the alcohol dissolved his armor, the first tear escaped. It was hot and traitorous. Then came another. The first sip burned, but it was a