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Aria’s POV.

The bar buzzed with energy, its walls alive with the hum of conversations and the steady rhythm of music playing in the background. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and the low murmur of voices created a symphony of life. But none of it mattered to me.

All I could hear was the pounding of my own heart, its rhythm loud and relentless, drowning out everything else