The Sweet Thing

“Nathan. . . you actually came!”

She’s drunk again. This always happen in every break-up she went through and today is the second time in one month. And most probably more in the future. She doesn’t learn.

“She won’t stop drinking, even my threatening didn’t work on her,” Erine said nonchalantly, playing with her glass of vodka. She’s the eldest and it’s a surprise Luna didn’t listen to her. I bet it’s the alcohol going in her brain.

“She wasn’t even crying when she called me earlier,” Lea muttered in between hiccups. “Then she wouldn’t stop drinking.”

“Nathan…” Luna purred. It’s really out of character for her to purr and it makes my hair stand on its ends. She grabs a cupcake and saunters to me swaying. Everyone just eyed her, curious of what she’ll do. “Say ahh…”

I stared wide-eyed at the cupcake just inches from my mouth. I’ve never seen her like this before. Though I don’t like seeing her cry, it’s much better than seeing her all weird because of drinking too much. “You’re drunk, Luna.”

She frowned. To my surprise, she threw the sweet thing at my face, jumped back on the loveseat and started bawling. “Nathan is mad at me. He hates me!”

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