Young Love Series #4: September Elizabeth Ferreira
September Elizabeth Ferreira has always hated life. One moment, everything is falling apart. The next thing she knows, she's being confessed at by someone she cannot even recognize because everythin...
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Do you know what I hate about life?
E V E R Y T H I N G.
And I always end up here, at a bar, late at night, with all the irritating strobe lights and good-for-nothing guys who keep on hitting on me. Yet although most of the things in a bar irritate me, I love the music, the alcohol, and the vibe of freedom.
Freedom from my worries.
From the things that annoy me.
From reality.
Because reality. . .
S U C K S.
But life sure is something. One moment, you wanna die. The next thing you know, you're being confessed at by someone you cannot even recognize because everything you see doubles because of alcohol.
I cursed the tequila, the vodka, and everything I ingested tonight.
His face, it's blurry. But I can definitely see how tall he was and how his body looks good in his pair of jeans and a dark blue hoodie.
Is it dark blue?
Maybe it's black.
Well, maybe he matched it with his black leather watch.
Maybe I'm too drunk. I should just stop figuring out what color his hoodie is.
"September," he calls and I chuckled before I hummed a 'what.' "Are you okay?"
"Of course." I shrugged. "What did you want to talk about? I was dancing. . ." I mumbled and sighed. Lumungkot ang ekspresyon ko nang maalala ang in-order kong cocktail kanina na mukhang hindi ko mauubos. "Make it fast. I left an expensive cocktail just to hear what you had to say because you told me it's important."
"Are you drunk?"
"I'm not drunk."
"Then you have to remember."
What the hell is he saying?
"Remember what?"
He said something I couldn't hear but I acted as if I heard it. I tried to focus my gaze on his face but it was blurry.
