"He's always on my mind" She said picking up the glass, "But there are days when he doesn't really come up... Or seek attention during the day, but then I see his gifts, his picture, or I hear his favourite song or I smell his perfume or I come across that top of mine he loved and all my walls come crashing down into dust. It's days like these that make me miss him more than anything.. and now my drink and my tears have made a new cocktail." She slurred to herself sitting alone in her bedroom surrounded by empty bottles.

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