An old friend
As Ryan left the beach, the sky was deepening into twilight, casting long shadows across the sand.
A weight heavy in his chest made him ponder a troubling question: why had someone wanted him dead even before he had taken his first breath?
It felt like a dark cloud had loomed over him since the moment he entered the world.
In desperate need of some relief, he decided to drive to a nearby bar. As he pulled into the parking lot, he could hear laughter and music spilling out into the evening air, indicating a lively party was in full swing.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with voices bubbling over in joy and camaraderie, a stark contrast to his somber mood.
He found a seat at the bar and ordered a drink, hoping that a little alcohol might lighten his spirits. Feeling the need for some company, he picked up his phone and called Aiden.