(Zyrie)
I stare at him, he is now sleeping with his head on the table. I saw the glass he is holding, I grabbed it and drank the alcohol left in there. I quickly left the seat and went towards Tristan who is sitting near us. He stood up and I just ignored him, I went out of the pub and get in the car, I locked it and I saw him standing by the door. I put the music on, and let out a deep sigh, I know in myself that I already expected his answer, I know what now happened and I know that it was a very nonsense move to go here and asked him what happened. But, why do I feel like it was all a lie, I saw his eyes, I hear every words he said to me but it happened oppositely. He is sad, he is upset and he is hurt, he is not having the emotion I am expecting him to have, he is not happy, he is no
