Eamon's povThe room was spinning, and my senses were dulled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. The thumping music, the laughter, the swirling lights - it all seemed like a blurry haze. The girl on my lap was whispering something in my ear, her words a distant murmur. None of it mattered.Then, a voice, a cry, cut through the fog. "Eamon!"I blinked, trying to focus, and there she was, Isadora, standing in the doorway. Her eyes were filled with anger, betrayal, and hurt. My heart sank like a stone."Isadora," I muttered, my voice slurred. "It's not what you think."But she didn't listen. She turned and ran, and I was left stumbling to my feet, chasing after her."Isadora, wait!" I called, but my words were clumsy, and my steps unsteady. I pushed through the crowd, desperate to catch up to her, to make her understand.As I stumbled after Isadora, the weight of my own drunkenness seemed to double, pulling me down like an anchor. My thoughts were a swirling mess of confusion and r
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