LYCIA
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I pour myself another glass of wine, the deep crimson liquid sloshing against the glass.
Seated on my bed, my best friend Nina watches me with a worried look etched across her face. She hesitates for a moment before finally speaking up.
"What's going on, Lycia?" she asks with concern laced in her voice. "Why are you drinking so much when it's so hot outside?"
I let out a bitter laugh, swirling the wine around in my glass before taking a sip. "I need loads of alcohol to think, sweetie. Things just don't seem to be going my way right now, and I hate that so much," I replied, my voice tinged with frustration. "I feel like I'm teetering on the edge, almost like I'm on the verge of losing everything I've worked so hard to get."
Nina raises an eyebrow, her expression questioning.
