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I drove myself on the Bar to drink the hella massive alcohol. I glanced up at my side mirror, revealing my hazelnut eyes shimmered with unshed tears. It hurts. I thought she's the one. She's the freakin' one I've been waiting for. 

As I reached the bar, I sauntered to the general direction of the counter and sat on the nearest bar stool.  "HEY! I fucking need twenty Whisky Wine!" I yelled at the bartender. "But sir, Whisky wines are already out of stock." He replied as he placed several bottles on the counter on the other side, arranging them. I transferred to the seat where he put the bottles.

"I thought you were already out of stock?" I raised my brow as I pointed out the bottles in front of me. What a terrible Liar. The bartender stared at me for a little longer and sighed, "We are sorry, Sir. Someone already ordered our last two whiskey wines moments ago." He explained. 

"Who cares! I am rich so I'm gonna have this, alright!" I told him as I grabbed the bottle and poured it into my glass. I glanced up at his priceless reaction as he couldn't believe what he was witnessing. I drink and drink in order to forget every memory I had with that fucking hoe ex-girlfriend of mine.

"Sir, please stop it. That's not yours. Someone already owns them." The bald bartender said, trying his best to convince me to listen at him. "I don't fuckin' care." I blurted out, as I urged to roll my eyes and resumed drinking.

"I'm back." A cold voice boomed from the back as she sits on the counter next to me. I ignored her presence as I open another bottle of wine.

"Where's my order?" She asked and the bartender pointed at me. "I am very sorry, Madame. Mister Rollins drinks it without any permission." The bartender frowned, disappointed at himself. I smiled smugly as she looked at me. I can't see her face because it's too dark in here and the flashes of lightning were everywhere, resulting an against the light vision. 

"How dare you steal my wines. I bought them." She said. I have no idea what expression she's trying to make at the moment. I looked at her and I chuckled. "I am Seth Rollins and you can't do anything about it." "Tss" She hissed.

Suddenly, the DJ changed rock music into an emotional song. The song I never wanted to hear. I gasped as the song goes on. I stared at the bottle of my wine, trying to forget everything. It really hurts. It feels like the song and it's every lyrics were shooting at me.

"..I never thought that I would lose my mind, That I could control this.." The lady sitting beside me sung as she played the wine glass in front of her. I looked at her. "Stop singing." I glared at her, trying to hold back my tears. "Why would I stop if I love this song so much? It's my favorite song." She replied.

"Please stop. I can relate to the song." I sobbed, burying my head on the table in sentimental. She chuckled to my statement. "..Don't want to lose you now..Baby, I know we can win this.." She resumed singing. "Hey! I said stop it!" I snapped out of it. And now what?! The memories of me with that hoe girl savagely flashed on my mind. I sobbed as my tears fell on my cheeks.

But the worse thing that can happen when you are crying is that when you forgot to bring a handkerchief or a tissue. I pouted at myself and I called the other bartender, the Mohawk-headed bartender. "Do you have a tissue?" I asked, covering my face as much I can. "We are sorry to say this but we don't stock tissues." He said. "Are you serious?!" Were the only words I said and groaned in frustration.

"Oops. Did I make you cry?" The lady interjected herself. I rolled my eyes on her. Yes! It's her freakin' fault! "Here." She suddenly said, making me to look up to her. She handed me something and I raised my eyebrow, looking at that thing. "What's that?" "It's a handkerchief, duh!" She rolled her eyes. Psh! "What I meant is what am I gonna do for that?" I glared at her. "Why don't you try to eat a handkerchief."

This lady is getting on my nerves! "SHUT UP!" I leered at her. "Just take it, Mister!" She leered back at my dazzling eyes as she grabbed my hand and placed her handkerchief above. "Take care of my friggin' handkerchief, okay? It's getting too late. I gotta go." She waved her hand and walked away.

What the fuck? She wants me to take care of her handkerchief? For what? Why would I take care of it if she can't have it back? She doesn't know me and I probably don't know her. She doesn't have any idea where I lived and I don't even know where I can found her!

What's the use of it? We're just a stranger. I just chortled, staring at the black handkerchief. It looks like she loves the color black too. And that's awesome. While I stared at that thing, I saw something on it. It does have small writing and I read it. "I never believe in Destiny - P" I smiled outta nowhere. "I thought I'm not the only one."

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Sup mates! this is my second saige book,
i unpublished the first saige book 'cause i ran out of ideas :(
anyway hope ya like this chapter!

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