ILY, no doubt

Anna found herself staring at the beer bottles she picked at the store and which Kristofer paid for.

Water trickled down the bottle's bodies as the cold slowly left it.

Anna run a hand through her hair.

"What are you doing Anna?"

She wasn't really drinking. It wasn't her style to drown her troubles away by getting herself drunk and be clueless the next day of everything that she's said and done while under the influence of alcohol.

Drumming her fingers on the table, Anna was about to throw her head.

"Why can't anything go right in my life?"

Reaching for one of the bottles, Anna let out a sigh. Her hand dropped halfway and she got on her feet.

Her appetite was gone. Anan knew that she could last even the day after tomorrow without eating. But of course, her footing will be unsteady and there's no guarantee that she would be able to function right.