Cries of frustration

Jonathan bowed his head, looking very relieved that Zay might not break down his door. He felt it was inappropriate to meet Zay after his confession a few days ago.

"Please stay away from me, Zay. I'm so pathetic," Jonathan muttered through tears. He opened a new bottle of liquor with a higher alcohol content than before.

Jonathan tried to swallow the liquor that burned his throat. He had no plans to do anything until the regret was gone. It would probably take a very long time.

"Hey, Jo, you're drinking without me!" protested Zay from the window. She climbed over the high fence to reach the window. From there she could see Jonathan in the room holding a whiskey bottle.

"Oh my God! How long have you been there!" screamed Jonathan in shock, even though he was still drunk. He stood up with difficulty while slapping his own cheeks to regain his consciousness and hope that he was hallucinating.