Now, I would go to drink now!
Maria was the queen of nightclubs. Under her leadership, I didn't have to worry about being harassed.
"Come on, Paisley. Drink some orange juice. Let's forget the past! From now on, no matter whether we live or die, at least we have to live in the present!"
Maria took pity on me because I had a brain injury and tried to stop me from drinking.
But I wanted to drink tonight.
Years of memories had tortured me so much that I felt like dying. If I didn't drink to relieve my sorrow, I would die of depression.
I took the wine glass that Maria had placed behind her and clinked it with hers.
"You're right. My life is limited. There's no need to waste it on irrelevant people! Come on, drink!"
After saying that, I finished the cocktail in the glass in one gulp.
Maria's eyes flickered, but in the end she said nothing.
She knew that I had loved Ian sincerely all these years!
So she knew the calmer I pretend to be, the more devastated I was inside.
After three or four glasses of wine, I started to feel dazed. Under the flickering light, my thoughts were drawn away again.
In my memory, Ian still seemed to be the man who never fought back when I hit him, and who always loved me.