Knight 'n Gale

Chapter 8

Amidst the crowd walking on the brightly lit and glitzy streets of L.A. was a lonely figure of a girl.

She had her hood on that covered her dark hair with a tinge of ash pink color on one part.

Her eyes were swollen red and her make up was a mess. No one would ever think that this miserable girl was none other than the celebrity, Gale Sanderson herself.

She had cried for who knows how long since she caught her boyfriend banging a rising starlet in her own condo and on her own bed, for goodness' sake!

As she kept on wandering along the boulevard, she shivered when the cold December breeze blew past her.

"Ugh... what the hell? It's cold." she muttered as she grimaced. "I think I shouldn't have run off..."

"Shit!" she loudly cursed upon realizing something important, causing the people near her to momentarily glance at her.

"Why am I the one who left? It was my place! Those mother fuckers should be the ones to leave!" she mumbled between her gritted teeth.

Gale was always calm and all smiles most of the time, but when she gets stressed out, her mouth would start spouting vulgarities-- a trait that only a few people know.

She absent-mindedly stared at the path in front with such unmotivated look and dead-fish eyes.

Around her were blinding lights, glittering and flickering together with a merry sound of the upcoming holidays.

Besides the flashy and fancy decorations, there were also a lot of happy couples in almost every angle that she'd look.

"Tch. Treating this like it was valentines... Damn you all!"

As her cheating boyfriend's face flashed through her head, she felt her eyes warming again.

She sniffed and rubbed her sleeves on her nose like a lost child crying on a street packed with strangers.

It looked like a scene from a movie where the aerial shot shows the sad heroine pouring out her sorrows while blurring out or fast-forwarding the surrounding people.

And as she was wiping her tears off, she got bumped by someone.

A perfect encounter indeed.

However, this is reality.

Rather than bumped, it was more appropriate to describe it as being tackled for she literally fell flat on the pavement, and no one had saved her from doing so.

"Fuck it! Are you blind?!" she yelled and looked back only to find that the guy who caused her to fall didn't even look back.

"Asshole!"

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"Ah~ this is the worst... I can't do this anymore..." Gale grumbled as she finishes off her fifth glass of whiskey. "I can't take any more bullshit today."

Her alcohol tolerance was never high. Therefore, a few shots made her drunk and her head was fuzzy.

"Hey, another glass." she ordered and the bartender obliged.

'Pak!'

Although the music at that night club was loud, a faint slapping sound was heard on her right side.

When she turned her head, although the lights are dim and she had a blurry vision, Gale discerned that a man was casually sitting on the stool one seat apart from her and in front of him is a beautiful woman who looked like she's going to shed tears anytime soon.