Chapter 55: At the Bar
Callian sat alone at the bar, his fingers tapped against an empty glass.
The music was loud, pounding like a heartbeat, filling the barely lit room.
Around him, people laughed, shouted, clinked glasses, but it all felt so far away, like he was hearing it from a huge distance.
The waitress stopped by his table again, placing another drink in front of him.
"You sure you want another one?" she asked, giving him a look, eyebrows raised.
Callian barely glanced at her. "Just leave it," he muttered, picking up the glass and taking a long sip.
She sighed but left without another word, disappearing back into the crowd.
Callian downed the drink quickly, the burn of it barely touched the ache in his chest.
He wanted to forget everything—the hospital, Eira's face, her words, the way she'd looked away like she'd already given up on him.
