-Qrow Branwen’s POV-
The burning taste of the cheap vodka down my throat was the cruel reminder of all my sins I’d committed in the past. Of all the things I’d lost and failed to protect. I let out a sigh as I slammed down the glass on the bar top. “Aye bartender...gimme another round,” I ordered with a tinge of a slur to my words. The man raised an eyebrow uncertainly at me, but shrugged and got to it. Being a regular he knew I paid good money so I knew I had maybe a round or two more before he cut me off. I sighed again, slumping in my chair.
God if she saw me now. She’d probably scold me more than likely. I frowned. If only she were still around. It didn’t help her daughter was so much like her in personality. It only made the ache in my heart worse and reminded me of all that I’d failed to gain and failed to protect. Taiyang, you were so lucky… you made her feel something I never could no matter how hard I tried. I guess you