"It has certainly gotten a lot quieter without you here," mused a silver haired man under the silver leaved trees as he took a sip from his glass.
Unable to stop himself, his gaze turned to the lake close to his spot. The lake surface was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the partially hidden moon hanging high in the sky. He took another sip from his glass.
A god could not get drunk, the god of order knew that. But for some reason, he wished he could.
"If I finished this, would I be able to meet you?" he muttered as he swirled the golden liquid inside his glass. "Would I be able to hear you complaining about the novels you're reading again?"
As if reminiscing with the help of wine could conjure up the girl in his memory, the god of order seemed to be able to see a girl smiling at him from the lake, annoying him once again with some trivial things. A small smile tugged at his lips as he indulged himself to stay longer in this dream.
