Julian’s pov
Three years ago on that beautiful summer night, I met a lady that made my heart ache for the first time. She sat across from me in the bar, weeping and cursing out.
“George Douglas”, I heard her yell a few times.
I didn't care about why she was weeping, but it was clear she was heartbroken. I was about to walk up to her, till I saw an engagement ring on her finger.
I tried minding my business and then I saw her toss her engagement ring away. I couldn't hold it in anymore, so I approached her and she asked to spend the night with me.
A request I couldn't resist that night. She was looking so alluring in the dimly lit bar.
I woke up the next morning to see an empty room. She left, without saying goodbye or telling me how to contact her. I regretted ever closing my ey
