Storm
“Jeez. That’s enough, bro. You had too much already.”
Theo had been telling me that for the past ten minutes every time I finished another glass of whiskey. My head was spinning but I did not want to stop. Theo’s room was already filled with empty bottles of whiskey and rum. I wanted more.
“I… I…” My eyes squinted at my best friend and then laughed like crazy. “I want to get wasted, bro.” I yawned and leaned on my chair. The night breeze in the balcony wasn’t enough to keep me sober. I was just getting drunker. “Just tonight,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling emotional when I thought about my girlfriend. My imaginary girlfriend. F*ck, I didn’t know what she was to me. My future girlfriend.
A friend.
Right. That’s the most imperfect word. We are not friends.
Theo sighed and r
