Quiel's POV: “Dude, where are you?” I read the message from Nathan. Nathan has been texting me non-stop. Instead of replying back I put my phone down and start drinking my fifth bottle. My phone started ringing; I picked it up and saw the ID caller. Nathan, Yup! Who else will call me? Wanting some peace and quiet alone time, I turn m phone off and continues drinking. As I kept on drinking, I saw a couple riding a motorcycle. It reminded me of Amelia and my first ride. I could remember her smile, so care free. I also remember that it was the first time I saw her cry. Stupid me! I should have realize the pain she been going thru that time but no, I’m more focus on my studies. Studies, I smiled on that thought. I remember the time she approached me and offer her help. Friends, she still

