Ghost of me

. The night was quiet, with only the vast expanse of the skies above, stretching out like an endless canvas. Nothing stirred, not even a rustle of the leaves. The only sounds were the

nothing more, nothing more than the sounds of cars pa

no disturbances to break the calm. Just me and me alone, not even my stressful thoughts were permitted at this point and

e soon, the alcohol was already doing something in me and i loved the feeling. My eyes darted to he clo

ization of my thoughts. Silly. The alcohol was beginning to kick in. My eyes darted around the bar and I suddenly locked eyes with Daniel the bartender and the owner of the bar. He had a smile on his face and I remembered how barely he smiled. He

nks I had consumed were slowly making their way through my veins. M

stem. I tried to regain my balance as I staggered up from the table. The room seemed to sway around me, and I had to

ghtly uncomfortable look on his face, almost a frown. I giggled, he looked like

is still young." He said and I un

I giggled. He smiled. He was either a high school teacher

returned, plastered all about his face. As long as he was paying, I had no other choice

table in front of me. I counted the bottles on his side of the table. He had just taken one bottle while the other one was untouched at a corner

t me expectantly until I looked directly at him. He was asking for my name. I realized

er I introduced myself to someone and I won. I even forgot that same

aid again. My spee

he wasn't acting like me already, I mean, he had taken a reasonable amount of alcohol. He wasn't even staggering at least, he didn

aveled out of the states. Now we barely even speak but anytime we found the time to, we would reminisce on all the good times we spent to

t of me and then he opened his. He poured wine from my bottle into a glas

th a wide grin across his face. His smile was very pretty.

ask him but instead I locked eyes with him and said, “you have a

ve yours to

yours.” I joked and

hed out for my bottle and pou

time we made

what

t.” He said

night seemed peculiar, like something was happening. Or that something would happe

reak and scatter to the ground. I gulped down the entire content

ng, I could see nothing, I could only feel th

saying something about the song playing but I couldn't understand. His voice was beginning to sound very afar and distant. One thing I k

ht but rather I sat still on the chair. Something else pulled me and I knew it wasn't just the alcohol, it was just the

nd was simply swaying his head left and right to

her hour. Maybe I could even hav

r to happen. Something different from oth

did h