Alex downed the rest of his wine in a single, desperate swallow. Being utterly unable to contact Evelyn, blocked from seeing her, and cornered by demands that fueled his endless frustration had driven him to a state of absolute psychological collapse. His mind was a dead end, Evelyn’s face just spun relentlessly in his head like a broken, haunting tape.
Tomorrow was his wedding day, and that impending reality was violently dismantling the last remaining fragments of his sanity.
"Stop drinking, Alex. You’re already wasted." Cindy aggressively wrenched the wine glass from her future husband's hand.
"Ah! Shut up! You are so damn loud! Did you hear me?! YOU’RE LOUD!" Alex snarled, his voice a gravelly rasp. He glared at Cindy with bloodshot eyes that vibrated with unadulterated hatred.
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