Memories floating on a glass of Whiskey
"Memories of how you returned to your dormitory that night, weeping silently until the following morning's rising bell, but strangely craving for it as the days rolled by."
"Hey, are you ok?"
"Yes, I am. Why do you ask? "
"Everybody is having fun, and you just choose to sit here? "
"I'm getting into the groove, just watch, you will be begging me to slow down."
"Ok o. Until then. "
With that, he went his way, leaving you to sit on the sparsely decorated white plastic ch…
