DAMIAN
I gaze out the window watching the sunset with a glass of vodka, sipping through it gingerly and sloshing the hot liquid around in my mouth. Initially, I wanted a glass to steady me and now, I see myself downing the third.
Pouring one more shot into the fourth, I pause with my hands hovering over the glass as Liliana's face forces itself into my mind. The sight of her pain when I showed her the document.
Indeed, she had no idea and has been trying to prove her innocence. Hence, her rebellion.
Stupid f*****g i***t.
How was I blind to her pleas? I admit to being a stubborn man with rough edges and a soul soiled black, but hurting women is what I don't partake in.
I just…I couldn't…I always seem to lose my sense of reasoning whenever I'm within a meter radius of Liliana.
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