Chapter 18 Regret

• DANTE'S POV
• Surrounded by the dim glow of the bar, I found myself drowning in a sea of alcohol. The bitter taste seemed to match the bitterness that gnawed at my insides. Betrayal had become a familiar companion, and the woman I had trusted with my heart had effortlessly torn it into pieces.
• The concerned bartender, a distant voice in my alcohol-soaked haze, expressed worry about my excessive drinking. "Lad, are you okay? You've had too much to drink. Is everything alright?" he asked, his eyes reflecting genuine concern. In response, I offered only a drunken smile and raised my glass in a futile attempt to drown out the torment within.