Reuben
The club was packed tonight, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and the pounding bass of music that made the walls tremble.
I sat in my usual spot, a private booth tucked into the shadows, where I could see everything but remain unseen.
A half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the table in front of me, its amber liquid gleaming under the dim lights.
A cigarette dangled between my fingers, the smoke curling lazily toward the ceiling.
It should have been a good night. I had everything I needed to forget—booze, smoke, and the kind of mindless chaos that usually drowned out the noise in my head.
But tonight, none of it worked. My thoughts were stuck, circling around Emily, as they always did.
I took another drag from the cigarette, letting the burn sear its way into my lungs before
