Walking along the Hollywood Walk of Fame, gazing at the bustling cityscape, Blaise suddenly felt exhausted. This world was becoming more and more superficial. People had hidden their souls away. Where could he still find someone as straightforward as that person?
He had been in America for five years. Over that time, he had shed every rough edge, polished smoother and smoother by this materialistic world. He was a prominent figure in both the wizarding and Muggle worlds, yet on nights in this foreign land, he had nowhere to go but nightclubs...
Perhaps it was emptiness that made him lose himself in the city's glittering nightlife. When had he last returned to the wizarding world? Probably for Draco and Astoria's wedding! It wasn't that he didn't want to go back. He just didn't dare.
"Sir, your Long Island iced tea!"
Blaise took the glass and leaned against the bar, sipping it ounce by ounce.
The liquor's fiery strength kept burning his throat, while his taste buds were met with a sweetness tinged with bitterness.
"That's what first love is like," Blaise thought.
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Do you dare to make the extra chapter longer?? I'll cry...
Ask for extras. . . A little regretful