The sky was gray, and the surroundings are depressing. It just likes the distress and sadness that envelops my non-beating heart. I crouched down on the field of my favorite spot with Ulysses on my left side, and we are leaning against the tree trunk and dealing with our pain and sorrow. His right palm was holding a bottle of beer, while on my right hand, I was gripping the bottle of wine mixed and drip with human blood. We both sough at the same time as we breathed out at the exact moment too. We lifted and raised the bottle of liquor at that precise minute to gulped and devoured it.
“Maybe that was her certainly fate in this place, Prince Asa.” Ulysses let out as he looked up in the gloomy sky. I did not respond to his words and remained voiceless for a moment. “To be with your human fo
