Chapter 42: Who could it be?

Aviana Quincy's POV

In the famous bar of the busy streets, at the corner of the thin walls. There I am, gently holding on to a thin glass of champagne. "Life… s*cks," I mumbled to myself as I sigh from hopelessness. My mascara spreads through my face, making my appearance hilarious. My rosy cheeks are all wet from the tears of grief from my eyes.

I softly looked at the people at the loud bar. "They look like they are having fun… " I continued, "or are they?" It seems like it was only yesterday since we were whispering words of affirmation to each other. Time went so fast, in a blink of an eye. Now, I can't believe that you are not here.

I continued to make myself drunk in misery, and regret. Then stopped when I started to notice that everyone's piercing eyes were on me. It seems like word of what happened at the party had already begun to spread like a virus. I covered myself up with a black comfy jacket, and shades, as I stood up, my walking unsteady and prepared to leave.

I was wal