The thought of not you
She looked at her reflection in the mirror behind the bar, she looked at the woman staring back, and she realized, with a sudden, strange sense of power, that she had nothing left to lose, she had lost the man, she had lost the friend, she had lost the illusion of a perfect future, and in that loss, there was a terrible, dangerous kind of freedom, she didn't have to be anything for anyone anymore, she could be herself, whoever that was, she could be angry, she could be sad, she could be broken, and it didn't matter, because no one was watching.
The door opened behind her, a gust of cool air sweeping into the bar, she didn't turn around, she kept her eyes on her glass, she was in a cocoon of
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