He didn’t drink to escape life— He drank to forget her. But every sip remembered her laugh, every shot echoed her goodbye. His liver grew numb before his heart did. And even when the bottle was empty, she still lingered… like the taste of sorrow.
He didn’t drink to escape life— He drank to forget her. But every sip remembered her laugh, every shot echoed her goodbye. His liver grew numb before his heart did. And even when the bottle was empty, she still lingered… like the taste of sorrow.