The door opened and closed with a "click."
Julien sat there silent, his dim side profile against the vast darkness of the desolate sky.
The floor-to-ceiling glass window contributed little to its surrounding darkness, painstakingly illuminating the outlines of empty bottles rolling all over the place.
At the disheveled scene, her once brilliant eyes turned dim. He had once again drunk himself to the point of numbness.
Did it mean that, till the end of the day… she still couldn't enter his heart and light up even the faintest trace of warmth in his cold and desolate heart?
The thought discouraged her as she lowered her head.
With a listless mind, she settled herself beside him, head against the glass window as she stared at the familiar strokes of his face.
The man's breath was calm and even, the fingers around his nearly empty glass loose. He seemed to have dozed off in between his drinks.
