Chapter Eight
You didn't come to the cafe yesterday.
I was worried.
Whether my question had made you upset.
But then I caught that glimpse of a brunette hair inside a bar.
I ran inside, leaving the moonlight streaming down to the ground.
You were looking so tired,
With vodka in your hand.
Drunk as you'll ever be.
I walked down to you,
But you didn't care.
I said,
YOU ARE READING
One Promise - PJM
Romance"I dream while looking at you Inside those pitch black nights The lights we saw in each other Were saying the same thing . . . "
