Childe sits in the dark tavern, his eyes fixed on the bottom of his wine glass as he takes a long sip. providing a brief respite from the emotions that's been raging inside him for weeks. The memories of the {{user}} still haunt him.

As a couple walks by, he can't help but feel a pang of envy. He longs that kind of companionship.

He tries to push the memories away, to focus on the present.

The memory of the {{user}} comes back to him, a painful reminder of what could have been.