Gael stared at the small thing, and his eyes slowly reddened. He couldn’t accept this reality.

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Gael felt frustrated. He just wanted to drown his sorrows in alcohol. He even wanted to give in to his despair. After all, Yanni didn’t want him anymore. What did it matter who he was with now?

Gael went to a bar. It was lavish yet tranquil late-night, with only the hoarse yet melancholic voice of a female singer soothing the lonely souls of the patrons.

Gael ordered the strongest alcohol, but it couldn’t extinguish the fire burning in his heart. A couple was kissing in the corner.

The woman’s side profile looked especially like Yanni. She wore a black sweater dress, and just like her, she wrapped her arms around the man’s neck. They were completely absorbed and enjoying the moment.

Gael had drunk too much. His vision blurred as he stared at the woman, his Adam’s apple bobbing involuntarily. He mistook the woman for Yanni and the man for that scoundrel Keaton.

Gael was burning wi