Chapter 135. All Alone

CLINT’s POV

I slumped onto the barstool, my back hunched over, and my head hung low. My hands shook slightly as I picked up the wine glass, the deep red liquid sloshing around inside. I brought the glass to my lips and chugged the wine down, hoping the alcohol would take away the crushing weight of my depression.

As the alcohol burned down my throat, I could not help but repeatedly replay the conversation with Keira. I knew it would be difficult, but I never expected it to be this bad. The pain in her eyes as she cried, the hurt and betrayal she must have felt, made me feel sick.

I took another sip of the wine, letting the flavors wash over my tongue, trying to numb my pain. But it was useless; the sadness and guilt were still there, festering inside me like a disease. I had hurt Keira, the one person I loved the most in the world, and it tore me apart.

The situation was taking a toll on me mentally, the weight of it all bearing down on me like a ton of bri