Alpha Dean
Sinking into the chair, I felt the worn edges beneath my fingertips, and I called for a strong drink that promised to whisk me away into a haze of intoxication.
Soon enough, the drink was placed before me, its contents brimming with liquid courage. I lifted it to my lips, taking a sip as tears welled in my eyes. Why did he choose her over me? The anguish became unbearable, driving me to pour another drink, and then another, repeating the cycle until darkness beckoned.
Suddenly, a voice whispered, jolting me from my foggy stupor. I raised my gaze, only to find a familiar face before me.
Determined to avoid any conversation, I looked away, refusing to engage. But I felt the seat beside me shif