At The Bar

He wasn't supposed to be here-not in this bar, not on this night, and definitely not drowning in memories he swore he'd buried. But something pulled him in, past the neon glow and the scent of aged whiskey, into a place that felt both familiar and foreign. He only wanted a drink. To disappear into the hum of conversation, to be just another nameless soul lost in the crowd. But then he hears it a raw, broken voice spilling a confession of love slipping through trembling fingers. A stranger s heartbreak, yet painfully familiar. As the night unfolds, past and present blur. Regret lingers in the air like the last sip of a forgotten drink, and for the first time in years, he wonders can love ever truly fade, or does it just wait in the shadows, aching to be found again?