Sweet Unhappy Heart
Jackson observed, his voice carrying the careful neutrality of someone walking through a minefield of emotions.
"I KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN SEEING!" Liam's voice cracked like a whip in the hushed atmosphere. "They're trying to make me hate myself, trying to drive me insane with their games and manipulations, but I'm not going to let that happen."
He punctuated his declaration by downing his vodka in three quick succession, one, two, three, each shot burning a trail of liquid courage down his throat.
"No, you're not going to let them," Jackson agreed, his words a lifeline thrown to a drowning man.
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