Breathe Same Air

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"You like wine. Though I know it is bad for dehydration. A few sips would not be that bad." Damien did not let her go this time. He placed her on his lap and wrapped his right hand around her waist.

She did not know that he could use his left hand to eat. How much she did not know about him.

He picked up the glass of wine and brought it for her. She stared at the red liquid that was glimmering under the soft glow of candles. She could see her pale reflection on it.

"Do not drink alcohol at all." She remembered those words. It rang in her ears like a siren as she brought the glass closer to her lips. The child is around a month old. It is not yet formed. Did not have life. It is not grown. If she took a few sips, all her worries would end. Everything will go back to normal.