308. Am I going crazy?

Chapter Three Hundred And Eight

Seeking solace, Elijah decided to escape the confines of his thoughts and went out for a drink with his friends. The clinking of glasses and laughter of companions were intended distractions from the tangled emotions that still lingered like an unresolved melody. Amidst the chatter and camaraderie, Elijah's mind was a tempest of conflicting thoughts.

As the night progressed, the atmosphere became a blend of camaraderie and fleeting moments of distraction. Elijah, caught in the rhythm of clinking glasses and laughter, tried to drown his internal turmoil in the ebb and flow of conversation. His friends, unaware of the storm brewing within, shared anecdotes and laughter, creating a temporary refuge from the complexities of love.

The bar, with its dim lighting and the distant murmur of voices, provided a canvas for Elijah to momentarily paint over the uncertainties of his heart. Yet, as he took a sip of his drink, the bitter aftertaste mirrored the lingeri