On 30th gulp
He looks at his listener
No
There was no one on table nor the bar
All was left was few empty glasses and tired looking waitresses
Not to forget unfinished whisky on his table 🥹
All along he was talking to himself
He was alone
"you'll regret when gone"
He remembers her last words
Urge to reply back helms
He just whispered
"you were right, I regret
But I'll be sober tomorrow and I'll forget about you😅"
Sep 7, 2022
Sep 7, 2022 at 7:29 PM UTC
On 30th gulp
He looks at his listener
No
There was no one on table nor the bar
All was left was few empty glasses and tired looking waitresses
Not to forget unfinished whisky on his table 🥹
All along he was talking to himself
He was alone
"you'll regret when gone"
He remembers her last words
Urge to reply back helms
He just whispered
"you were right, I regret
But I'll be sober tomorrow and I'll forget about you😅"
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