CHAPTER 53

Harley lazily glanced down at the half empty bottle of wine as he stared up at the sky, leaning against the bark of the tree Hope loved so much. He couldn't fit inside the hole Hope had sat in that day because of his muscular body, so he simply sat on the side instead. The blur in his eyes warned him to stop taking more chugs of the wine and just go get something to eat and rest. He didn't want to either way. He felt very let down and just wanted to shut himself off, or else he was going to keep thinking about it. He would probably just forget and think it was a dream the next day. He would act as though it's nothing and it didn't happen. He would go back to being cheerful again. The Harley that everyone knows never really seemed gloomy in front of people. But he couldn't hide it today, the pressure of it just unlocked other past doors, making the weight even heavier. He lifted the bottle to his lips once more, tilting his head to the sky as he slowly drunk the wine, feeling the swe