She approached and wanted to explain, but she only saw him slap her with a backhand and the word "bitch" buzzed in her ears. She lay on the ground and looked at his retreating back, knowing that he and she would never go back to the past...
"How are you doing?" He asked softly, as if his eyes were flickering uneasily.
She took a sip of wine and looked back with a smile, "Okay, of course!" The word "good" made her heart skip a beat. Is her life really good? Her eyes were covered with mist, and she smiled, "Life is worse than death!" Her voice was too soft, and he didn't hear it clearly, so he asked, "Huh?"
She drained the crystal clear red liquid in the cup and said, "I said my life was going well, I was drunk and dreaming..."