When the last note finally faded into the hiss of the rain against the window, the bartender didn't ask for another round. He just nodded. Elias stood up, buttoned his coat, and stepped out into the downpour. He was still lonely, but as the song echoed in his head, he realized that in this city of millions, he was at least in very good company.
Elias sat at the corner of the mahogany bar, his fingers tracing the condensation on his glass. He wasn't waiting for anyone—that was the point. Then, the jukebox clicked. Maria Daines - Night for the Lonely. MP3
“It’s a night for the lonely,” she sang, and Elias felt the weight of every year he’d spent running from himself. When the last note finally faded into the