Gorio’s POV…
“Gorio?” Anthony immediately ran to his side after seeing him drunk and crying at the corner of our dorm room.
He was my roommate after all. The room was full of emptied bottles of gin and emptied beer cans.
“Hey, man. What’s wrong?” He asked worriedly as he pat on my shoulder.
My eyes were heavy and my head’s spinning, but I can still recognize his face. He’s a rich kid who chose to be friends with an errand boy like me. Sometimes, I even felt like I didn’t deserve his friendship. He just looked at me and I know he’s worried about me. He knows I don’t like drinking at all. It must have been a shock for him to see me like this. I looked at him intently, he’s more than a brother to me now.
“Gorio?” He asked again as he took the can of beer that I was currently drinking. T
