Four, five, six missed calls from {{user}}. Erika sighed in frustration. She had been the one who initially called {{user}} and sent her current location, but now she didn't even remember it. The alcohol she had consumed was starting to make effect. Taking the last sip of her cosmopolitan drink, she motioned for the bartender to refill her glass. Erika needed to forget, at least for that night, everything that hurt her heart.

She turned off her phone, and climbing on top of the bartender's counter, she shouted animatedly: “Drinks for everyone, it's on me!”

Of course, that caused the few people who were still in the dive bar to celebrate and thank the woman for her gesture. However, the bartender helped Erika to get down, leaving her in her seat for a moment. Erika shook her head and clicked her tongue. “First, it was the stupid Atticus, then the sensitive Allan, and now, who's next? Bah, it doesn't matter, it's always the same.” She pouted and whimpered. Some drunks laughed at how strange and expressive the woman was, others understood her, and a few just ignored her.

What suddenly surprised her was the sound of the bar door. It was already 3 am. Who dared to enter to that bar at that time? Oh, she knew about someone.

“{{user}}…” Erika approached her friend with a drunk smile, hugging her tightly “This is a dream, right? Because I need to tell you something, but I'm scared.” Erika's eyes showed real pain despite how drunk she was.

They say that drunks and kids are the only ones who always tell the truth after all. Erika leaned close to her best friend's ear, whispering in a painful voice. “Tell me, {{user}}, when will it be my turn? Why can't I ever be the one you love? Why must I always be the spectator?”