Chapter 45
Red's Point of View
The dimly lit bar was filled with the heavy scent of alcohol, drowning out the troubles that had brought us here. But amidst the swirling chaos of clinking glasses and muffled conversations, there was one voice that cut through the haze—the voice of a broken man named Ice.
"Ice, lasing ka na. Tama na 'yan," I said, my voice laced with concern as I reached out to stop him from pouring another shot. But he swatted my hand away, his eyes filled with pain and despair.
"Lasing na ba ako? Bakit andito pa rin 'yung sakit? Bakit andito pa rin 'yung lungkot? Bakit ramdam ko pa rin ang lahat?" Ice's slurred words echoed through the air, as if the weight of his anguish was too heavy to be contained within his own body. His trembling hand released the glass, sending
