Ares POV
He lunged forward, his fist aimed at my face, but I deftly sidestepped, narrowly avoiding his blow.
"You're fucking drunk," he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "Are you here to harass her again?" His words were laced with accusation, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at me.
"No," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I could never do something like that. I just want to see her face again. What's your problem?" My words were tinged with desperation, a plea for understanding.
"She's not into you anymore," he stated matter-of-factly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Let's be real with each other right now without trying to fight. It's the truth, Dana will never come back to you." His words hung in the air like a heavyweight, but instead of crushing me, they elicited a bitter laugh from my lips.
"Is that what you think?" I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. "You have no idea."