ALEXANDER

“Do you really think alcohol is the remedy for our broken hearts?” my father asked as we settled in the rooftop bar.

“Yet here you are.”

“Here I am,” he sighed as he picked up the glass of whiskey the bartender passed to him. We said nothing and just drank in silence, the world moving around us, and yet to me, everything was still. It’s been this way since she left.

I was still in that moment when she walked away without looking back. I was still stuck there while the rest of the world moved, like nothing was missing. Like she wasn't missing.

If it were up to...