Numbing The Pain

Chapter Twenty-nine

Numbing The Pain

Maxon’s POV

I staggered to my feet, the dull throb in my chest matched the rhythm of the somber music that pervaded the dimly lit bar. It was a place that reeked of desperation and despair, much like the turmoil that was churning within me. The worn-out barstool I had occupied seemed to mock me, its cracked leather bearing the scars of countless lost souls before me.

The bar itself was a stark contrast to the life I once knew. Flickering neon lights cast eerie, unstable shadows across the peeling wallpaper. The place had seen better days, its faded glory now reduced to a hollow shell of its former self. With each creak of the wooden floor, I could almost hear the echoes of raucous laughter and vibrant conversations from years gone by.

But those days were long past, and so was the man I used to be. The pain I carried weighed heavily on my shoulders, a burden I couldn't seem to shed. I came to this forsaken place not to drown my sorrows but to seek v