The music at the bar pulsed through the air, creating a rhythm that seems to sync with the beating hearts of the crowd. The dance floor,a kaleidoscope of movements make each person lost in their own world yet connected by the energy of the music. The lights flicker and change colors, casting an enchanting glow on the diverse faces around. Laughter mingles with the music, conversations blend into the melodies, and for a moment, everyone is united in the shared experience of the night.
Damian looked around the club as he brought his fifth bottle of alcohol to his lips. His eyes were filled with sorrow that seemed to drown out the vibrant atmosphere around him. The weight of everything hung heavy on his shoulders, each sip of his drink a futile attempt to numb the ache in his heart.
"Why did he have to go through all this? Why him? Did he commit any crime in his past life that has earned him this type of punishment? Didn't he deserve to be happy?"
