(Maxwell’s POV)
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The dim light of the pub was good for me to drink my sorrow away from my problems. I did not want anyone to see me in this state of mine being defeated by my own actions. I hunched over my drink, a half-empty glass of whiskey, looking at it as if it was a drink that could wash away all my guilt done to my once devoted wife.
The bitter taste of the whiskey burns down my throat, feeling it washing away the turmoil brewing inside of me. I looked at the window and saw the rain drummed against the window.
A memory came from when I first met Layla at the diner near our university campus. A sweet looking girl that I fell in love with at first sight. She was waiting for someone who had stood her up that night.
His lost as on that night, I had met my first love wh
