King Luther drank the liquor straight from the bottle. He has been drinking since morning and now the sun is starting to set.
"Dude, what is going on with you?"
"You already know what is going on with me," he said like it was logic, "I'm not fine. I'm losing my hope that we could still fix this!"
He started sobbing again and his friends looked at him with pity.
"I love her so much. I-I was just jealous… I didn't mean to be that violent. I was just mad because I saw her with someone else."
"Luther…" Danica sighed and sat right beside him, "You should stop drinking liquor. This is not good anymore. You're putting your health at risk."
"That would be better—"
"Then who will pursue her when you got sick?" Danica asked meaningfully, "You're just proving to her that you don't deserve her
