*Alexander's POV*
The glass was empty again.
I stared at it for a long moment, then slid it across the bar without a word. The bartender refilled it without being asked. Smart man. I wasn't in the mood to talk. I wasn't in the mood for anything, honestly. I just wanted to sink slowly and let the alcohol pull me all the way under.
"She loved me," I muttered, pressing two fingers hard against my temple. "She actually loved me."
The bar was alive around me. Music. Laughter. The clinking of glasses. Everyone celebrating something I couldn't see and didn't care about. The whole world was spinning forward, and I was stuck frozen in one moment, one name I couldn't stop saying inside my head.
Elena.
"And I threw it all away." I laughed at my own glass. A broken, hollow sound. "I threw her aw
