Nicklaus stayed alone in his office, drowning his longing for Arissa in a bottle of alcoholic wine as he reflected over the city.
The feeling in the air roared great loneliness and sadness. His heart bleeds and the whole objects in the office mourned with him even if they were not humans - that was how great his sadness was.
He licked his upper lips, looked up at his ceiling, and back at the window with great effort not to let his expression and emotions break down just as his heart did.
He thought she was different. He expected her to be different but never did he expect she would crumble him this badly and was only waiting for the right time.
He swirled his wine glass and filled it to the brim again. He brought the glass to his lips, took in a full gulp, and crossed his right leg over the other as he relaxed on his seat.
