A hysterical scream sounded, and someone rushed over, aiming to slap me. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my waist. When I looked up and saw Christopherâs furious face, I nestled in between his arms and sobbed, âChris, I feel terrible.â
âItâs okay. I got you.â Christopher sat me down on the chair and said, âWait for me here. I need to deal with some things first and will be right over. Okay?â
âOkay.â I nodded. Immediately, Christopher turned around and gave the thugs a beating, knocking them to the ground. When a few bouncers approached him, he muttered something that caused them to apologize repeatedly and leave. The bartender even sent a cocktail over to my table for free.
Seeing that I was about to reach for the cocktail, Christopher immediately snatched it from me and gulped it down. Then, he wrapped his arms around me and asked softly, âLetâs go home. All right?â
âNo. I donât want to.â It was my first time rejecting him so straightforwardly. âChris, I want to continue drinking. Stay and drink with me, wonât you?â I asked while pointing at the glass.
âGetting drunk is a terrible thing. Trust me when I say that youâll regret it tomorrow morning,â he advised helplessly while kissing my forehead.
âItâs okay. Iâll only worry about it tomorrow. For now, I just want to be happy.â I laughed and placed Christopherâs hand to where my heart was. âChris, it aches here, and only alcohol can make it better. So drink with me, okay?â
âOkay. Iâll drink with you.â After seeing how heartbroken I was, he accepted my request and agreed to drink with me. While drinking, we talked about nonsense, and he would second anything I said. Even when I insisted that it was morning, he would not refute me. In reality, my phone showed that it was currently five oâclock in the evening.
âChris, am I destined to be alone? Besides you, no one is willing to treat me well. Am I really that horrible? Everyone hates me,â I mumbled while holding the glass.
âThatâs not true. Isnât Sabrina one of your long-time friends? Zachary, too, admires you for your straightforwardness,â Christopher replied while chugging down my entire glass of beer. I realized that I had not been drinking much since he came, and most of my beer had been downed by him.
âStop drinking my beer! Iâm warning you.â I burped and asked the bartender for another glass. âAnyway, this is different. Compared to Crystal, my own family treated me so much worse than the treatment they gave her. Is an eloquent speaker more important than someone related to you? I donât get it.â
Christopher pulled me into his arms and assured me, âItâs okay if you donât get it. I only want you to know one thing, in my heart, youâre more important than anyone else, even myself.â
âChrisâ¦â Finally, I could no longer hold it back and started sobbing. The sorrow hidden deep in my heart was unexplainable, causing me to want to cry my heart out, get drunk, and have a good nightâs sleep. Perhaps, if I do that, everything would be different tomorrow?
âStop crying.â Christopher patted my back soothingly, which only caused me to cry even harder. He tried to help me out of the pub a while later, but I refused and whined for more beer.
At that, he cupped my face and comforted me gently, âDonât cry. Should we go and watch the meteor shower? I heard there will be a rare one tonight. Thereâs a saying that if you wish under the meteor showers, your wish will come true. Would you like to go?â
âIs it really true that my wish will be granted if I wish under the stars?â I asked puzzledly before stumbling into his arms.
âOf course. When have I ever lied to you?â
âIf thatâs the case, I want to wish that-â
âShush!â Christopher silenced me. âYou canât say your wish out loud because it wonât come true that way!â