Lyanna
With a heavy chest, I enter the bar looking like pity mixed with sorrow.
I head straight to the counter, fiery eyed.
"Which strong drink you got?" I tap lightly on the counter to catch the bartender's attention.
"Long Island Laced Tea," he replies simply.
I nod, "Give me one of those. I really need something to burn my throat right now," I slump on a barstool.
"Coming right up ma'am," he bows slightly, going to fetch me the drink.
"I guess, it's celebration time," I force a smile onto my face, but the lingering hurt is still there. Still choking me out of breath, reminding me that something is missing.
"Lyanna? You're here?" A familiar voice hums beside me making me snap my head to the side.
"Damon," a soft sigh escapes my lips.
"How are you feeling?" He flashes the warmest smile ever.
"Far from okay," I shake my head.
"What's the matter?"
