She was a vision.
She was a figment of his imagination.
None of this was real.
Jules.
That was what he thought when he saw her standing by the door. She was just an apparition that his intoxicated brain came up with.
When he looked into her face, he believed he had never seen anything like her in his entire life. She stood there like an angel that came down from the heavens.
"Why are you drunk?" He could hear her melodic voice like a symphony, playing soft music in his ears.
The words seemed to float in his mind, nagging at him and repeatedly asking him the same question.
Was he? Why would he be drunk?
It could not be because of his work. He never resorted to alcohol when dealing with his problems. Besides, he was a rockstar in the business world.
No, that could not be it.
Therefore, why get wasted? But he knew the answer.
"You." It echoed inside his head.
