Canary could see a glimmer of hope in her eyes.
As the night wore on, Lisa's drinking only increased. Canary tried to keep up with her, but she was outpacing him. She was laughing and joking, but Canary could see the pain behind her eyes.
Finally, Lisa slumped over and passed out. Canary sighed and stood up, lifting her into his arms. He carried her to her room, trying not to jostle her too much.
As he laid her down on the bed, Lisa stirred and opened her eyes. "Canary?" she mumbled.
"I'm here, Lisa," Canary said, brushing her hair out of her face.
Lisa looked up at him, her eyes unfocused. "I'm so sorry, Canary," she said, her voice slurred. "I was so mean to you."
Canary smiled and stroked her hair. "You weren't mean, Lisa," he said. "You were just upset. And I don't understand why ."
Lisa nodded, her eyes drooping closed. "I'm so tired," she said.
Canary nodded and pulled a blanket over her. "Sleep, Lisa," he said.
As Lisa drifted off to sleep, Canary sat down beside her and watched her, he couldn't help but stare at her beautiful face.
She was so peaceful, so serene, and yet, he knew that she was struggling.
He wondered if he really had feelings for her, or if he was just caught up in the moment.
He looked at her lips, soft and inviting, and her eyes, closed in sleep.
He felt a pang in his chest, and he knew that he had to be honest with himself.
Canary stood up and walked over to the window, trying to clear his head.
He looked out at the city, but his mind was still on Lisa. He couldn't believe how much he cared for her, and it terrified him.