Sean felt the tears blobbing in the rim of his eyes. Friya grasped the cold beer bottle, gulping down the remaining contents. She looked at the counter, and the fire burning in her chest has gone now. Friya could still remember her first time drinking the beer. It was unexpected, but felt so good to finally digesting some alcohol down your system.
"I wanted this pain to be gone right away," he sighed. He turned to Friya, and when she tucked in the hair behind her ears, Sean raised his eyebrows. Slowly, the music has blurred. He swallowed. Everything has gone slowly in this world.
It's all the tequilas he took. There's too many of them. Sean couldn't explain why her eyes became soft in his eyes. He could see how much beautiful her face was. Looking at her smooth hair, it's like the first time he saw her that time.
