“Lira, I... need you.” On the phone, Damien sounded groggy.
“Where are you?” Lira worriedly replied.
“West Bar….” Damien answered then the call was hung up.
Rushing, Lira went out to get Damien out of the bar. She knew Damien was drunk again and it’s almost every night after Arabella didn’t go back to the apartment.
The night was late when Lira reached the bar. Damien was sleeping on the table while still holding a bottle of liquor. She quickly assisted him to stand up and walked to her car.
“Arabella…” He whispered then unbuckled his seatbelt to hug Lira.
“Damien, you’re drunk.” She whispered.
“Arabella…” He muttered again hugging Lira tighter.
“Damien, I’m Lira,” Lira answered.
Hearing her, Damien raised his heavy head to look at her. His eyes were glossy obviously floating from too much alcohol.
“I miss you.” He uttered sincerely looking at her eyes then he quickly put his lips on hers. At first, his lips were steady until they moved slowly.
