من مست و تو دیوانه، ما را که برد خانه؟
من چند تو را گفتم کم خور دو سه پیمانه؟
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I am drunk and you are crazy, who took us home?
How much did I tell you to drink less, two or three cups?

Hafez

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We were at the rooftop party, enjoying the music and the view. You had a glass of wine in your hand, and I had a bottle of beer. You looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, "Let's play a game. Every time the DJ changes the song, we drink."

I agreed, thinking it would be fun. But I didn't realize how fast the songs were changing, or how strong the drinks were. Soon, we were both feeling the effects of alcohol. You started to dance wildly, spinning and jumping around. I tried to keep up with you, but I felt dizzy and nauseous. I told you to slow down, to drink less, but you didn't listen. You said you were having the time of your life, and you wanted me to join you.

I don't remember much after that. I only remember flashes of images: you laughing, you kissing me, you falling, you crying. I remember the sound of sirens, the smell of blood, the taste of vomit. I remember the pain in my head, the fear in my heart, the guilt in my soul.

I don't know who took us home. Maybe it was the paramedics, maybe it was the police, maybe it was a friend. I don't know where we are now. Maybe it's a hospital, maybe it's a jail, maybe it's a grave.