Miracle

Third person

He watched her from the side, calmly, silently. All his friends inhaling the liquid as if it were an elixir of life. Their thirst too strong for just a few drops to sate them. So, they did what they desired as they chugged down the liquid. Their drunken laughter filled with emptiness and the now soft music with nothingness. The night had stretched too long, and it was soon time to depart for the next day.

Releasing a sigh, he reaches for the purse on the empty chair and takes the phone out. Flicking it, he contemplates for a brief second before he makes his decision that could potentially be the cause of his death and walks towards a very drunken Maeve.

"Here, Mo, look this way."

The intoxicated Maeve turns towards her friend and smiles widely while he takes the opportunity to unlock her phone. "I'm free." She shouts once again, raising her arms up, leaning towards him. She wraps her arms tightly around her friend's neck. And in her drunken bliss, she reaches to leave a deep smooch on his cheek.

"Yes Mo, I know you are free." He mutters as he goes through her messages and with a big smirk on his face, he turns the camera on and snakes his arm around her waist, tight, pulling her body to his. "Say cheese."

The intoxicated Maeve complies and smiles widely, her cheeks flush to his neck. "Come on, Mo, give me a kiss one more time."

"One more time." She says out loud but does what she's told.

A few more shots and a short clip together, he hits the send button hoping that it would go as he planned. He was giving the man one last chance, but truthfully, he just wanted to see his friend happy.

To give her a love that she so deserves.

A chance. Maybe a miracle.