Short stories – Alcohol

She had been his obsession. His day would begin with her and end with her. She had become his calling of sorts. A moment without her could even turn a wonderful day into a miserable one. His eyes yearned for her. His lips longed for her. Such fixation like love always came with a price. He was it. Alcohol, after all, had been a fatal mistress to many.

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