However, his alcohol tolerance proved formidable, rendering his efforts fruitless. Despite the relentless stream of wine that coursed through his veins, the numbing effect eluded him. He remained perched in that very spot, drinking as if he could drown his sorrows through sheer intoxication.
Time passed, the sound of his own thoughts mingling with the deafening silence of the room. And then, in that quiet darkness, the sound of soft footsteps approached. The anticipation gripped him, that fleeting hope that she would return, their paths destined to converge once more.
Her gaze fixed on his figure, her eyes drawn to where he sat, seemingly lost in his thoughts. With measured steps, she approached him, each movement imbued with a cautious tenderness.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice g
