The Purple Butterfly

. . .

"Everything went fast that day," Jin said while sitting on a bar stool. His face was already red from hours of drowning his blood in alcohol. It was not the thing he should be doing at this moment, but he wanted to escape reality for just one day. 

Zeirenne left--and that reality was still too much for him to handle. Even after a year had passed, he still couldn't believe what happened. Their cherry blossomed days in Japan turned into nothing but a blissful memory--something that made him smile and tear up at the same time.

"Hmm..."

Seated beside him was Dylan who'd been listening to him for hours while keeping his alcohol intake on check. 

"Hahahahaha," Jin laughed. "You should have seen us run out of that warehouse along with dozens of kids after knocking the big boss off. It was fun."