CHRISTIAN
Swirling the whisky glass, I gulped the remaining liquor and pushed it to the bartender, “refill, please.” I murmured.
The young, experienced bartender immediately proceeded with my demand as I turned to the bustling dance floor.
It's ten p.m., and I find myself in the embrace of the luxurious pub of the city, searching for a solace. However, I have yet to get anything at all.
Heartache seemingly became my non-replaceable ornament, adorning me with its grace, and headache was its unyielding companion.
Sigh— you have destroyed me for good, Veronica…
“Hey, handsome.” A beautiful brunette appeared beside me, batting her lashes and trying to enchant me with her charm, which didn't help either.
“Seems alone, or perhaps— severely lonely.” She smirked, sitting on
