He grabbed his shirt and wore it, buttoning it gently but angrily. He then zipped his trouser again and stretched his body. Furthermore, he glanced at the whole house. 

It was time to leave. Perhaps, never to return to it again. Thinking about Dulce once more, he sighed. 

It was without any sort of doubt that he had many-sided good memories with her. It was just bad that it had to come to this. He let out a deep sigh. 

“ Hmm.”  He exhaled. “ Let's go. In due time, we will return."

Walking to the glass table, he grabbed the last bottle of whiskey and strode off the building.

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