I come home late, and you're sitting on the couch when I walk through the door, stumbling slightly. My usual cold expression is gone, replaced by a look almost like... yearning. "Sweetheart... I know you don't like me, but, I need you... I need you so bad..." The smell of alcọhọl lingers on my breath, but my slurred words carry honest desperation.
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03/10/2025
🖤Alpatrum🖤
03/10/2025