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Alex gets up from the bed, he grabs the bottle and he drinks the beer in one gulp, until he throws it against the wall by making it break in a thousand pieces: the fragments of glass are everywhere on the floor like corpses.
"Whore" Alex hisses through his gritted teeth as soon as the female prostitute with eyes like sapphires runs away, since she's so scared of his violent behaviour.
He cleans his mouth with the sleeve of his dirty shirt, then he puts his palm on the window and he shivers, thinking back to him once again.
And, all of a sudden, Alex realizes why he hated Gibson so much: because he could've fallen in love with his blue eyes. They haunt him.
The war is over on the outside but not on the inside.