The alcohol she was drowning herself into runs smoothly down her throat as she gulps the shot of tequila in one go.
She is at the bar. Alone.
Hating her life. Hating what she can't do. Hating everything that had broken and continuously breaking her apart. Her finger where a stick of cigarette lies in between moves in a circular motion around the rim of the newly served shot glass of tequila in front of her as her mind once again wanders off to the bitter part of her past.
That day when her father announced that her mother is no longer with them.
10 years ago...
"Take a rest, Gab. I know you're tired and upset..." He said before turning to walk out of her hospital room.
"'Mom... Did she abandon me as well, like you?" She asked with her broken voice.
She just couldn't believe that n
