Hannah's POV
There was no peace anywhere, I didn't eat anything, I wanted myself to get away from every emotion. The bar was dimly lit, the music loud enough to drown out my thoughts but not loud enough to silence the ache in my chest. I sat on a barstool, nursing my third, or maybe fourth, drink. At this point, I wasn't counting.
All I wanted was to numb the pain, to forget about everything. Forget about Christian. Forget about the photo. Forget about the whispers at work that tore me apart piece by piece.
I stared down at my drink, watching as the ice cubes swirled around the glass, slowly melting, just like everything I thought I had with him. It felt like my world was crumbling, and I had no idea how to stop it.
"Another?" the bartender asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced at my nearly empty glass.
I hesitated for a moment, feeling the fog of alcohol clouding my mind. But then, with a quick nod, I pushed the glass toward him. "Why not?"