Pari's pov (continuation.) I suck in a deep breath, blinking back the tears, my heart so heavy in a way I can't understand how I even feel. With one rough jerk, I look away, the air around me getting thicker with me each step I take. The only thing keeping me sane is the sound from my foot steps. Where am going, I have no idea. Every body keeps making way for me to walk through, I must look like a zombie from wonderland. I soon get tired, my legs unable to carry my weight any longer. I take in my surroundings, and in front of me is a small bar. Just the right place to be. I walk in, heading straight for he bar tender. "Give mame a bottle of tequila."
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