:/

She refused to tell me her name. Google refused to tell me her name. She poured half the bottle of gin down her throat the way she always did. Purgatorio looked at her then stared at his gin bottle. Before she put the bottle down, he had already poured himself another drink… with ice - crushed. I stopped him from raising the glass to his mouth and put him some lemon remains. He stared at me and all he said was “:/”.

I never was able to break my mirrors.