Dante POV
The bar is full but I don't mind, skipping through the crowd with Rafaelle in tow.
"I don't think drinking right now is the best thing to do" he frowns taking a seat opposite me.
"What will you have me do Rafaelle?" I raise a brow at him, "A full bottle" I grab the glass of my usual from the bartender
"My Wife is gone and probably hates me, or she's angry at something I didn't do, she doesn't take my feelings seriously, in fact, she doesn't care about my feelings nor love me in any way" I rant throwing the last of the hot drink down my throat.
"Dante" he sighs grabbing his own drink.
"I am done Rafaelle, I am done trying to love her, trying to please her, I can't do it anymore" I turn back to my drink now accompanied by a full bottle.
I down more of my drink as time passes
