Jasmine Yale couldn't identify the feeling in her heart.
The rain outside continued to pour. Since she'd returned home, she had opened a bottle of wine.
Lately, she was drinking a little too much.
It was perhaps because the wine Joe Heath gave her was so good, she often found herself wanting to drink more.
As soon as the cork was popped, the aroma of wine filled the air.
The red liquid slid down the transparent walls of the wine glass. Jasmine sat in a hanging basket by the window, her gaze fixed on the world outside, seemingly numb.
The night soon wrapped the entire city.
Outside the window, there was only the rain and the city lights.
Resting her head, Jasmine sipped at her wine.
A soft veil of mist appeared in her clear eyes, alike the foggy rain outside the window.
After a while, her eyes drooped, and her long lashes fluttered slightly.
A rolling tear fell.
Lifting her head, she drained all the wine in the glass.
One glass was not enough, so came another.
