SECOND DISTRICT, A GRILL*

Rook took two bottles of vodka from the bartender and paid for them before heading for the back of the grill where a tree is.

Tessa is under the tree, wiping the tears that fell from her eyes every minute and sniffling like a kid.

Rook dropped the two bottles beside her, and she immediately pushed them away, so they crashed on the ground.

“I don’t need vodka, and I want to be alone,” she said, not looking up at all.

“You can’t continue being like this cos of Death! He’s not worth your energy. He has no heart so what were you expecting?” He replied....