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He chugged down the last glass that the bottle had to offer. His eyes blood shot red with anger, confusion, pain and emotions.
He darted his eyes to the opened door, as he saw the familiar silhouette. The silhouette he could recognize in the darkest sombre.
With shaking steps, he moved closer to her, her features clearer with every step, when finally he stumbled into her arms.
"Jin!" she called out as she helped him to stand up.
And before she could say something, he feverishly placed his lips on hers, as he kissed her.
His breath reeked of alcohol, but that wasn't something she cared of, it was the kiss. The kiss wasn't something out of love, it was forced, something her Jin would never do.
He pulled out frantically as he slurred "You like it don't you?"
Her eyes questioned him.
"You like fucking different men, that's what you are right? A fucking slut."
The tears that were threatning to escape her eyes, finally left furiously, the eyes that were finally shining, it was as if someone snatched that light.
"I hate you" that was all her weak voice could say, before the tears choked her and she ran out of the room.
Away from him, far from him.
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