Sitting in the high stool, with a glass of Black Label Gold in my hand, I sighed as I let the ice melt while I swirl the liquor. The sound of the waves crashing onto the shore and the smell of the salty breeze didn't even help me calm my nerves.
I am and still heart broken by the fact that Adrien chose to believe his first impression to me. Am I too liberated to be loved? Probably, if I am lovable like I used to believed, then his family- especially his mother would have accepted me the moment I was introduced... even if it's not the in a very much complicated situation.
The band from this bar started their tune in a soft melody, as if sympathizing every single fiber of my entire being.
♪♪Don't wanna close the door,
