Thinking it was still early, I went to get a small private room for myself.
Indulging myself into fun was a way of commemorating my foolish and lost love.
When my voice became hoarse from singing and I walked out slowly, it was already dark.
The bustling streets became deserted.
I was about to take a taxi to leave when a familiar car stopped in front of me.
The window of the back seat gradually rolled down, revealing Heather's smiling face before my eyes.
Under the dim street lights, I could clearly see the man sitting next to her.
Oliver, with his eyes closed, was napping, leaning back in the seat. He appeared relaxed and at ease.
He had never been like that in front of me.
"Amelia, it's late. Why don't you take our car back?" Heather suggested.
I gave her a cold gaze and refused, "No. It'll make me sick."
Heather's smile wavered when she heard my words. She looked at me with a half-smile and remarked, "How can you say that? If Oliver were to hear it, he would be hurt."
"Good then. You can keep his company and give him some comfort," I retorted mockingly.
I didn't bother to argue with her, so I walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
Just as I got in the car, Kelly called.