Corey's P.O.V~
"You should stop drinking, you're drinking too much and it's not good for you!" She smiles at my words, giving me a weird look.
"Why do you care?" She asks as she grabs the drink from the table. I don't have an answer to that. It's been all night I'm watching her drink, dance, and enjoy the night but there's something so empty about her.
In between the dance, she calms down and sits at the corner, maybe I'm seeing things but I saw her cry when a touching song comes.
"Let me go, let me be free, let me fall, let me fly again.
Cuz you're still here even if I can't see you, you're still here even if I can't feel you"
The musician says to which she cries at the corner. What is she dealing with, what makes her so hurt? What makes her have two sides? I wonder.
"You know, I'll probably blackout after this." She says after the last drink she gulped down seriously dozing on the chair. I ran to grab her, helping her to stand on her feet. "Are you okay?" I ask and she hums.
"Wait I'll help you to your room, can you tell me the room number?" I asked to see her condition and it's our policy to help the customer.
"2001, 2002, 2003, and here we go, here it is, 2004, we're here," I announce to her but she doesn't respond. I unlocked her room and took her inside, laying her on the bed, her face is so puffed up, burning cheeks melted because of the alcohol.
"I'll leave then" I'm about to leave when she pulls me back with the left strength she had, "stay with me, please." Her eyes beg, holding my arm, pressing her nails on my skin. "But I can't, it's not allowed."
"Please!" It's all she could say and it's all which made me stay, probably it's all she has to say. I decided to give her a sponge bath because her body is unnaturally hot right now, I'm slowly rubbing the sponge on her arms when I saw her eyes pour tears without any noise, she was crying. Should I ask or should I not?
"Is everything fine Miss?" I asked with all the courage I had. "I wish it was." She says which begs the question of why she isn't.
"Why would you say that?"
"You're a nice person and the first one who genuinely seems to care about me or it's me who's getting played again."
"Why would I play with you?"
"Because that's what people do to me, tell me why are you being so nice to me?" She's right, I've been paying more attention to her, to her drinks, to everything she orders or wants.
"I don't know, you seem like you want that affection." at which she coughed, am I dumb, why would I say that, I slapped my head mentally.
"You're right, I --seriously-- need that, talk to me, sit. I like talking to you." I hesitatingly sat near her, running my fingers through her hair.
Her eyes are telling a story that is hurting me, but her lips are saying otherwise. "Can I ask something?" She lifts her head from my lap, looking at me. "Why are you like this?" I added.
"What do you mean?" She knows what I mean but she's acting like she doesn't know.
"This hurt in your eyes, the pain you hide, what is it? Who did this?" I regret asking because she's frozen all of sudden, neglecting my eyes on her.