TWENTY EIGHT
Devonte gulped his drink another time and cursed his messed up life.
She left him to marry the man she played him with. How pathetic.
He hated how everything reminded him of her.
He ate with her at the table he was sitting at drinking. The painting on the wall of the lounge reminded him of her.
Her presence was everywhere around him.
"You think drinking is going to solve anything?". Dante's voice interrupted his thoughts making him look up.
He wordlessly gulped his drink again.
His thoughts were getting hazy yet he could make out the images of their time together forming in his head.
"Devonte?". Dante called. He hated seeing his best friend like that. He was aware of the demons Devonte had to fight and he'd been glad that he was getting rid of them slowly only for thi
