Sophia's POV
The bar was loud pulsing with music and laughter. Neon lights reflected off the glass bottles behind the counter, casting colorful shadows across the crowded room.
I sat on a stool my third drink in hand, trying to drown out the noise in my head.
Marcus sat beside me his arm draped over the back of my chair. He was talking about something his classes, his friends, I wasn't really listening.
He was boring.
Very boring… or was it because my mind couldn’t stop thinking about Thorne “
"Sophia? You okay?"
I blinked forcing a smile. "Yeah I'm fine just tired."
"You've been drinking a lot tonight." He gestured to my glass. "Maybe slow down a little?"
"I'm fine." I took another sip. "I just want to forget."
"Forget what?"
I didn't answer because I explain that I was trying
