Alejandro's pov I stumbled into the dimly lit bar, the neon signs outside reflecting off the polished wood like a sad, desperate attempt to brighten up my mood. The bartender raised an eyebrow as I slid onto the stool, ordering another whiskey without even looking at the menu. Samson, my best friend since forever, appeared out of nowhere, concern etched on his face like a permanent marker. "Alejandro, slow down, man," he said, his voice low and soothing, but I waved him off. "Just one more, Sam," I slurred, my words barely making sense as the liquor took hold. The burn of the whiskey down my throat was a welcome distraction from the ache in my chest. Samson sighed, taking the stool next to me. "You're going to regret this tomorrow." I laughed, a bitter sound that scraped against my throat. "What's there to regret? I just got my heart broken by the one person I thought...never mind." Samson knew exactly who I was talking about. He'd been there for every late-night conversation
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