HINDI na mabilang ni Kiel kung ilang bote ng alak na ang kanyang nainom niya. Wala na siyang pakialam pa. His crimson and glazed eyes threw a distant stare into the darkness, as if looking for something gone and indestructible. A half-empty bottle of whisky slipped between his fingers, the brightly coloured liquor splashing repeatedly with his swaying walk. The severe scent of alcohol lingered to him, mixed with the faint scent of the scent he had worn earlier, in what felt like an other being. His face was an image of sadness. His lips moved frequently, murmuring unclear phrases, bits of conversation, and regrets that haunted his drowsy thoughts.
“Angz,” iyon ang paulit-ulit na salita na lumalabas sa kanyang bibig. He couldn't accept the fact that Angz had left him. He did not know how t
