C72 Bold and daring

Lisa sits in a bar wasting herself with piles of empty bottles before her.

Tears roll down her cheeks as she stares at the fourth bottle in her hands.

"He doesn't love me… he loves another" she murmurs, wiping away her tears.

There was absolutely nothing she could do better than drink herself to her death.

Upon placing her drink on her lips, her eyes caught sight of a man