Mila’s POV“Ace,” I called out, knocking on the door. “Ace, are you okay?” But there was no response. Another crash came from inside, this time it was lower, like something had fallen.I pushed the door open and entered the office. The smell of alcohol hit me immediately, strong and sharp. Ace was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall,his knees pulled up to his chest and his head bowed down.His hands were shaking so badly they looked like they weren’t even his. His shirt was wrinkled, his tie missing, broken glass spread around him with whiskey spreading across the floor.He was crying and his chest rose and fell too fast like he couldn’t breathe. “Ace,” I whispered, scared to move too fast.His eyes were shut tight and he folded his knees tighter at the sound of thunder.“Ace—““Don’t,” he choked out. “Don’t come closer.”He let out a broken sound, like a mix of a sob and a gasp.“I can’t…I can’t,” he said, grabbing at his chest like something was crushing him.At tha
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