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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.

He stood up, his legs heavy. He walked out into the cool night air. The city was indifferent, humming with the lives of people who were currently falling in love, blissfully unaware of how it usually ended. as_vrea_sa_beau_sa_plang_sa_mor

The neon sign of the "Ultima Statie" bar flickered, casting a rhythmic, sickly pink glow over Stefan’s hands. He wasn't a drinker by habit, but tonight, the habit of being himself had become too heavy to wear. He stared into the amber glass