Silent Cold Streets at Night

Sekiguchi was looking intently at the glass I handed him. The evidence was right before his eyes. I could tell that he was having trouble accepting the fact the friend did something like this.

"Yasui… man I have nothing to say." He looked towards Ishihara, who was making the most pathetic face I've seen in a while. He opened his mouth, "Wait… dude I can explain."

"You can't. Trust me." I said in a plain and cold tone. I was surprised that he still had something to say in his favour. 

"Sorry man… I didn't know…" Sekiguchi handed me the glass and said in a downcasted tone, as I waved my palm and assured him, "Ah it's alright. Nothing drastic happened at the end of the day."

"Sakamaki… dude listen to me." Ishihara said with quite the desperation in his voice, but I wasn't in the mood to listen to his bullshit. But instead of taking a rude way, I decided to improvise. Looking at him in the eyes, I said, "Listen… you did what you did. Better not sulk over it."