Rating: G / K
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Her voice is stern; the tone used is her most serious, one that nobody has ever questioned. She's drunk, but practised enough at it to avoid slurring. Mostly.

The clink of ice on glass draws her attention. Eva stares as the barman pours her whiskey. The motions are familiar: she can't forget her father's hands doing the same, making those movements.

The past is everywhere she looks. In the house, in the garden, the hospital, it's everything, everywhere. She can't forget; she's stopped trying.

Now when she remembers the past, Eva takes a breath and drowns herself in it.