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BLAIR’S POV CONTINUES

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. I wasn't sure where I was off to.

Thankfully, it was a luxurious resort and had very few people roaming the halls.

My vision was blurry from the tears welled in them and I only managed to get myself to the bar.

It was a large and serene place, and also had a pool at the other exit.

I wasn't a consumer of alcohol but was willing to do whatever it took to take my mind away from all the chaos around it.

“One shot of your best drink,” I ordered, sitting on the high stool at the counter.

The bartender was prompt in his response and he soon gave me a shot.

I held the cup in my shaky hands, as I dread its consumption. I was hesitant about my decision.

“Want to do that together?” I heard a thick, male voice behind me.

I turned around to a six foot tall young man, with brown skin and a muscular structure. He had neatly cut black hair and pink lips sitting on his finely shaped straight face and sharp jawline.

He was a work