He stood up, his legs heavy. He walked out into the cool night air. The city was indifferent, humming with the lives of people who were currently falling in love, blissfully unaware of how it usually ended.
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The bartender, a man who had seen a thousand such funerals for a thousand different hearts, silently slid a glass of water across the wood. Stefan didn't see it. He was looking at the bottom of his empty glass, where the light seemed to vanish into a dark point. He stood up, his legs heavy
He stared into the amber glass. The liquid was sharp, smelling of scorched earth and forgotten promises. he whispered to the rim of the glass. Exploring a translation into Romanian or considering a