Elliot took large sips of his bourbon, feeling the warm sensation from the liquor travel through his throat and make it's way down to his stomach. His brows furrowed as he realized that the alcohol was doing nothing to better his mood.
The crowd in front of him was celebrating, but this was a celebration he did not want to be a part of. Suddenly everyone cheered, as if to rub salt on his wounds. The sound of laughter and the clinking of champagne glasses started to give him a headache. Unable to bear the suffocation in the room, he pivoted and rushed outside to the garden.
He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. His stomach twisted into knots as he came to terms with what was happening inside. The past three weeks had been a rollercoaster of emotions, but today topped any pain he had ever felt before.
"I'm sorry man." A deep voice came from behind him. Khai walked over and passed him a cigar.
