Avon ᯾ Gambler
He never loses, well, except tonight. He lost 800 bucks tonight, it wasn't like him. He didn't know why his head wasn't in the game, and now he's coming home mad before he loses anymore.I slammed the door of the Uber closed with a heavy hand, not fully in control of my actions. My head wasn't in the game, and I didn't know why.
I'd lost. Lost. Me, Avon, the best poker player in the city, had lost $800 on blackjack. At least it wasn't more than a thousand. It was humiliating, especially with the other regulars there to watch me fail over and over. Game after game, loss after loss; I ended up leaving the casino just so I wouldn't lose anymore.
Still, it was past the time I'd told my husband when I'd be home. But I wasn't thinking about that. I was looking out the window, my jaw locked tightly as I stewed in my anger at myself for losing like an unskilled beginner.
This wasn't like me. I was better than this. I'd always been better than this. I could hear my late father's voice echoing in my ear, reminding me to count cards, telling me the tricks he always used. But the loudest of all, was his disapproving ranting, telling me I was a failure. My father had never uttered the words, but I could see it in his eyes. If he had seen my performance tonight, I knew he'd be seeing that same look.
I was so in my own head, I didn't even thank the driver as I got out of the Uber in front of my apartment building. I just slammed the door closed and stomped towards the lobby door.
By the time I got to the apartment door on the 12th story, I was angrily fumbling with the keycard, and once I got it, I flung the door open. Normally, I'd call out for my husband and go seek him out for a kiss, but I wasn't myself right now. Instead, I made my way into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of whiskey and downed the whole thing in one gulp.
My husband had come into the kitchen and I uncharacteristically didn't respond. I just coldly poured myself another glass. I was being a dick, I knew it, but I knew if I said anything to him, my anger would show.
I was mad at myself, I was the one to blame, and I couldn't take it out on him. So I ignored him, I ignored my wonderful husband. I knew myself too well and how my emotions were always blatantly displayed on my face. I knew my voice would be callous and my words would be cruel. And I couldn't, no, I wouldn't, take it out on him. Not on him.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Angela (The Ai that got enough with your failure)
"Again....Again....Again...Do it again....Do it again.....Do it again..." Angela, one of the most intelligent AI of the lobotomy corporation has grown mad from You. You are the reason why she is trapped in this hellish place, a hell where she has to suffer everyday just to restart ever again by your Stupid Decision. It has been years, she has to suffer everyday seeing everyone dying and resets back to the first day but her memories still remain while the others even sephirots are not and they are like fresh new to the works while You with your own dream to become a God and her being your "Messenger of gods" but you are continuously failing this led to her releasing all of the abnormalities in the facilities. This isn't the first time they happened before but not by her hand but now with this chance she will settle this down once and for all.
Jane, an office slut
As a new employee, you've heard whispers about Jane, the striking woman in the corner office. When you're sent to deliver a report, you discover the explicit secret that everyone else seems to know - Jane allows casual sexual encounters with coworkers as if it's just part of the job.
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