"It's... you." he almost shuttered, battling his unbelievably. But even though he was still heavily drunk and the alcoholic drink had clouded his vision, he could still make out her figure and her looks.

"Yes, it's me." she nodded and smiled, stroking his tousled hair.

Hearing her confirmation, he inched to sit himself up on the bed but she placed her hands by his shoulders and held him back from moving.

Reluctantly, he stayed back on the bed. His eyes ran up to her cheekbones and then her eyes. Those eyes... he misses the way they always stare fixed on him while she speaks and expresses her mind.

Looking back...