Alex Turner sat in the bar's darkest corner, the dim light casting shadows that mirrored the turmoil within him. He clutched a glass of whisky, his hand trembling slightly as he brought it to his lips, hoping in vain that the burning liquid would numb the searing pain in his chest.

"Taylor, why?" he muttered, his voice breaking, slurred. The words echoed in the empty spaces of his heart, each syllable a reminder of the betrayal that had shattered his world. He had loved her with a depth he had never known possible, and now that love was the source of his greatest agony.

His phone vibrated on the table, the persistent buzz a cruel reminder of the world outside this cocoon of sorrow. The memories of their time together played on an endless loop in his mind. Cruel, mocking. He had given her everything, and in return, she had torn his heart out.

Another shot of whisky did little to ease the ache. Alex buried his head in his arms, trying to shut out the world. The whisky bottle was nearly empty, a testament to his futile attempts to drown his sorrow. He didin't even look up at the sound of someone sitting next to him, he didn't care about paparazzi right now, or fans, or anything outside of his tearing heart.