Chapter 717 Is he tired of me now?

Next to him, on the little corner table stood an almost empty whiskey bottle, its contents dwindling, as if it had been sipped on for hours. His back was to me, and for a second, I just froze, my hand hovering over the glass door handle. "There was something about his silhouette that was just too heart-wrenching. Even in the soft, amber glow of the room, there was this overwhelming sense of despair, like shadows were closing in on him. I watched him in silence, his solitary figure etched against the dim light, then I turned back and flopped onto the bed, lost in my own thoughts. It had been ages since I'd seen him touch a cigarette or a drink. I'd gotten so used to his clean ways, I'd nearly forgotten how intense he looked when he'd crush out a smoke. The wedding was just around the corner. Time sure had a way of zipping by. That night, my sleep was choppy, and I kept half-feeling him there beside me, holding me close and murmuring words I was too sleepy to make out. We both had a