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Chapter 39
Willow retracted her steps on the stairs and hurried to the kitchen where she sat with Luke and poured herself a drink.
"Being in a relationship is futile." She took a big sip from the glass. "You will eventually, most certainly, end up alone."
"Everything is pointless," Luke added.
The two drowned themselves in melancholia.
"There is no meaning to life," she slurred.
"What is life without love?"
"What is love without a companion?"
"What is a companion when they do not reciprocate?"
"What is a companion when they won't stay?"
The two fell silent for a moment before Luke spoke.
"I am certain that I am drunk and in dire need of sleep."
"And I require more of this." She lifted the bottle before gulping the bitter liquid.
"Good night," he said, stumbling out of the kitchen.
***
A short while later, Willow went to sleep. She was unable to stop turning around in bed. The light from the phone'
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