The breaking point of love
Bottles of liquor hemmed him in, his consciousness entirely gone from excessive drinking, fleeing from his debts and from Evelyn's pale face that haunted him.
Upon his stool, a girl drew close to him, sliding her fingers adorned with shiny nail polish over his shoulder and chest, touching him boldly, trying to catch his attention with her borrowed laughter amidst the loud, pulsing dance music. But his mind was entirely elsewhere... absent and imprisoned inside his own head.