If... if Meimo and I really broke up like this, what would I even be fighting for? Memories of Meimo and her smile kept running through my mind. It felt as though a Beedrill had driven Fell Stinger straight into my heart, leaving my chest tight and my breath short. I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, then kicked off the covers.
I took the elevator down and walked along the deserted streets. It was late at night, after all. Then I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked back and saw Louise. "Louise, thank you!" A faint warmth immediately spread through my heart.
I remembered a line from some film I had seen. "When someone ignores you, it feels like the end of the world. Maybe that's what love is! There really is some truth to it!" I laughed at myself.
When I reached the park, I saw a middle-aged hiker drinking on a bench, with an unopened bottle by his feet. I really wanted that bottle, even though I had never drunk before. So I went over to negotiate. Convenience stores wouldn't sell me alcohol because I was underage, but a guy like him probably wouldn't give me too much trouble.
"Hey, could I buy that bottle from you for $500?"
The man in the hiking hat paused. "Kid, why do you want a drink? Heartbroken?"
I was stunned. Was it that obvious on my face? "Something like that! What about you? Why are you drinking?"
The bearded man broke into a broad, cheerful grin. "A drink and a good night's sleep will get me ready for tomorrow's climb! Hahahaha!"
It was incredible. Even I was caught up in his cheerfulness.
So some people drank because they were happy. I had always thought drinking was about drowning