alice drank with flowers in her hand and cry streaks on her cheeks.
she had lost so much. or maybe she didn't have anything thing in the first place. she thought, when she first befriended noa, that she finally had someone to depend. someone to trust. but she had lost him. she had lost him in one go.
it was quick. everything was lost in one fall.
and now she sits on noa's grave, drinking with his ghost for the very last time. if he hadn't taken the last resort. the fall. the death, she still would be able to touch him and see him. so she wept. and she wept for what she feels like an eternity. and her teardrops blurred the sky she's lost…
