I hate humans.

Humans are capable of having emotions.

Humans are capable of thinking.

Humans are capable of hurting other people.

I hate that.

But...

You are you.

You drowned me with "What ifs".

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...WARNING:...

...This story contains of alcohols, drinking and some scenes might be uncomfortable to some readers!...

...*Some parts are changed to match a drama- like-story*...

Strangers

Everyone started out as strangers. It is human nature to socialize and pull out the thought of being strangers with each other.

One late night, one, two, three glasses of liquor, probably more, surely it is more. The warmth of the alcohol fights against the coldness of the night. Strobe lights; blue, yellow, red are visible. Murals are painted across some walls. Billiards, darts, tall chairs and a hallway, loud music is blasting through the speakers. What kind of music was this? Probably some hip hop music, EDM, or maybe a remix. One thing's for sure, though the genre of music not remembered, music surely soothes the awkwardness in the room. People getting drunk, people flirting with some strangers or shall I say flirt with someone who is not really a stranger at some point. People with dark clothes. People with a lot of bling - bling and shiny outfits, people with revealing but attractive clothes - There are people; lots of them.

Out of all the people, how can you distinguish the most amazing person in the room? Simple, you don't look for it. You let that person be caught by your eyes. Is appearance the only thing to notice? Of course not, but appearance is the first thing we look at, right? So once again, how can you really distinguish the most amazing person in the room? Conversation. Conversation varies from person to person. To know if that person is the incredible person you are finding, you just feel it. You feel the conversation or rather you feel the connection through the conversation. Is it really the connection or is it just the warmth of the alcohol embracing you? It's something special with that conversation. It is the kind of tête-à-tête that you don't want to forget. "Hello. what's your name?", "My name is... how about you?" That's it, and then next thing, a discussion is ongoing. Again, it is the kind of tête-à-tête that you don't want to forget. Special. why? - Maybe for the reason that you expect that kind of conversation to come up at a party. It is not the sexual kind of talk; rather it is the deep talks about certain things. I remember something about a light or maybe something radiant. It's weird. Why would you open up to a stranger? Or am I a stranger? You just knew my name.

It's really weird, but a nice kind of weird. With all the music blasting through the speakers, I heard you. I heard your stories. I saw how your lips move with eagerness as you talk about a circular band. Maybe it's normal to talk like that to catch any girl's attention. Yes, it is indeed normal. There is no way a person would open up about deep topics to another person who they just knew the name.

Knowing each other's names, exchanging contacts, we are not really a stranger with each other anymore. Getting drunk, vision's blurry, tongue gets tied up, but I saw you, I saw how you move your lips. I saw how you talk with eagerness, I heard you, I heard your voice, I heard your stories, I noticed how you fixed your black coat, your glasses and even your hair, I saw how you hand out the circular band symbolizing something about luminosity. Why? Only one reason; it is because you are my amazing person. Black long coat, black-framed glasses, black shirt, black skinny jeans, black hair... At this point I might even give you the "Black". On the other side of the coin, all the blackness, you were babbling about your ring which actually stands for radiant light as far as I remember. With all the blackness, your personality is gleaming with luminosity.

Took 2 hours to find my amazing person of that night or shall I say morning. I was amazed; I was in awe from all of your stories. I would like for you to continue, this way I won't feel that we are strangers. This way we are having a meaningful conversation. This way we have a connection. However, time is passing we may not want to, but we must take a pause. I don't want to end the conversation. I don't want to completely end the connection. I know I won't remember all the stories, all the happenings, and all the happiness, but I would like to hear your stories once again.

At the hallway, you were talking about women, about responsibility. At this point, my mind is in a complete haze. A little bit drunk, a little bit sleepy, and a little bit tired. I still see you though. You were gorgeous. You are gorgeous. You are talking with sincerity as I Talking - I like that. One thing's for sure, the full details of the stories might be forgotten or misunderstood due to alcohol, but your voice is music to my ears. I remember the feeling you made me feel. I felt the relationship.

Nevertheless, time is flowing. It's getting so much late and the place is about to close. Everyone's finishing up their drink. People are getting ready to leave. Goodbye dear stranger. Hope to see you soon amazing person.

Humans are capable of having emotions. I hate that.

As soon as we got inside that tavern, you greeted us with happiness but also a frown. Ruefully, we won't be able to savor your creations. This night is different than most nights. This is your night! You are the life of the party. It was your turn to serve alcoholic people your best cocktails. Innumerable drunkards are there to witness how you rock that shaker with finesse. Drinkers placing an with excitement to taste the finest cocktails made by the one and only "Black", the life of the party. Though some are not able to catch a taste, I know for sure that it was the best as it was made by my amazing person.

We were seated at the small area with a small table and tall chairs at the back of the room, not having the best view but surely an enjoyable night. Across our table, in the middle of the room, the bar is there. That bar was your little stage where you are showcasing your best moves for your cocktails. From afar, it looks like you were dancing with the music; pouring liquors, slicing fruits, preparing the glasses, rocking the shakers, pouring the masterpiece, and finally serving to the drunkards and them indulging your drink. You are having your own moment, showcasing your talent, simply being the best. There are also some times when you would go around the room holding a bottle of spirit pouring some to drinkers' mouth. That was fun! Soon, your shift ends. Chit chatting to your friends, conversing with the alcoholics, you really are the life of the party. As you go around the room, finally, you reached my place. I had a chance to be able to continue our conversation from last time. You remembered me. I don't even have the memory of what we were talking about that night for I was focused on the way you talk. A few minutes have passed and suddenly you're gone. You left with no trace. Maybe you went home, maybe you were already asleep outside. or maybe... you were having it with some girl. don't know, I don't know; a lot of possibilities but one thing's certain, you were not in that place.

Continuing with the night, some friends I have known from the first time I went to that pub recognize me, and so I was able to exchange some greetings and have a cheers. This night, I was getting drunk faster. Once I stood up, everything is starting to get blurry. The room is rotating inside my head like the Earth. Crazy and fun but something's missing or shall I say someone. The life of the party is no longer here. Where is Black? People started contacting you; calling you from time to time. As the time pass by, I'm starting to get drunk and drunk. Standing up from my seat, went the huge door, and leaving my friends behind. Some time to sober up is what I needed. Subsequently, not more than an hour I have to carry on and go back with my boon companions. Confused on how to open the massive door due to the drunkenness, still I was able to successfully open and go through the door. On the double, my eyes were caught by a familiar man. Wearing different set of clothes but still black long coat, black skinny jeans, black shirt, black-framed glasses, black hair, now I also noticed your black boots with an inch or two of platform...

Black...

You are there. You came back. Once again, I saw my amazing person; I saw the life of the Tainted smile was painted across your face. You were tired. For the second or third time we were able to have our own little world drowned with our conversation. The ring you gave me, you were supposed to take it back since as per your story, anyone whom you gave a ring to end up having a bad relationship with you. You wouldn't want that to happen to us, I wouldn't want that to happen either. Nonetheless, you did not take it back in hopes that we'll break that somewhat you call a curse. Hopefully, this won't be the end of our conversation. In a moment, closing time is approaching. Another day has come; it's supposedly the time to head back home. Finishing up, you invited me and my companions for breakfast. Around the table of companions for breakfast. Around the table of the breakfast place, I was seated next to you. Talking, eating, conversing, slurping. discussing, that's how it was at the porridge place.

The sun has already risen. The sky turned into a hue of light blue with some pinch of white. It's morning. At this moment, it was without a doubt the time to head back home. Our connection was still there, it gets closer. Hope to see you again Black.

Humans are capable of having emotions towards you? Chasmic. I hate that.