I hated the taste of alcohol, the way it burned my throat and left me feeling unsteady. I hated the way it stripped away my sense of control. But tonight, control felt like a prison, one that had left me in ruins."Give me a glass of champagne. The strongest you've got," I said, my voice barely hiding the desperation. The bartender glanced at me, her brow arching as if she could see the heartbreak that had driven me here."Alright, give me a minute," she replied, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips.Tonight, I'm going to lose control. For the first time in my life, I'm going to drink, to stupor.The bartender handed me the glass, and without a second thought, I tilted it back, the liquid burning its way down as I swallowed, the heat spreading through me. I placed the empty glass on the bar, my fingers trembling as I felt the sobs clawing at my chest, desperate to escape."Another one," I muttered, forcing the words out as I blinked back the tears threatening to spill.She poured
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