Viola

The feeling of burning alcohol felt so relaxing to Jungwoo as he took sip after sip, losing all his consciousness. But he didn't care, it felt good. So good. He hadn't drunk in years and it made him realize how much he missed having the rough liquid inside his throat.

As the liquid went through his throat, he felt the suffocation was decreasing. The suffocation that was caused by his beloved husband. The suffocation that was caused by his beloved husband's beloved student. Caused by their love. Caused by their beloved unborn child. Their unborn child.

Jungwoo's mind was too miserable because of the pain and rage that he didn't even feel the sting of the cuts in his palm as well as the bleeding when he broke his wine glass without even realizing. He looked down at his hands but it didn't affect him. It didn't hurt him. He didn't feel anything. He didn't feel any pain. The pain he had in heart was the only pain that was wrecking him all apart.