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33 - A Heart is Waiting
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2024-11-08 20:27:37*Arlene’s POV*
I thought Ailene’s journal would offer Mago some peace, a clear way to mend his heart and perhaps even change his view on love. But I was wrong. Watching him suffer as he tried to process the truth about Ailene was harder than I’d ever imagined.
"Mago, that’s enough,” I said softly, trying to coax him into putting the bottle down, my hand resting on his arm. It had practically become my evening mantra, whispered in the hopes that he’d listen.
But he just lifted the glass again, staring off, lost in thought. ‘This is tearing him apart.’
Dessa came up behind me, her voice low with concern. “Is he drunk again?”
“He’s been at it since noon,” I sighed, rubbing my temples. “I tried taking all the beers from his fridge, but he just pulled out his wine collection instead.” My heart twisted, seeing him this way.
“You’d better
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