Harley lazily glanced down at the half empty bottle of wine as he stared up at the sky, leaning against the bark of the tree Hope loved so much. He couldn't fit inside the hole Hope had sat in that day because of his muscular body, so he simply sat on the side instead.

The blur in his eyes warned him to stop taking more chugs of the wine and just go get something to eat and rest. He didn't want to either way. He felt very let down and just wanted to shut himself off, or else he was going to keep thinking about it. He would probably just...