~Giallo~
A man who drinks too much on occasion is still the same man as he was sober. An alcoholic, a re al alcoholic, is not the same man at all. You can't predict anything about him for sure except that he will be someone you never met before.
- Raymond Chandler
Sip. Sip. Sip. Every little sip stole his senses and burned his throat. Bitter, fruity, and red. Sip by sip and he was no longer the same.
He did not mean to; it hadn’t really been something he had wanted to do. Or at least, he attempted to convince himself that he was not at fault and that this was something he had been pushed to do. Yet, still, sip after sip and he was not Antonio anymore.
He was someone else, someone bitter and lost with no trace of a once strong pride. There was no strength, no fight, no will to carry on. No. He was not himself. He didn’t know who he was.
You’re still drinking?
Sip. Sip.
Why? You neve
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