I poured myself one last glass and then that was it. The liquor was going to be gone soon and then there would be nothing more to stand between me and my decision. I lifted the glass up to my eyes and stared at the content. This small glass of whiskey was the only thing keeping me human, which was funny in a way because alcohol usually turns people into animals, figuratively speaking.
I had promised myself that when the bottle was done I was going to say yes. I was going to let Michael in.
I let out a sigh and put the glass down on the table again. My eyes scanned the room and took it all in....
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