ACELON'S POV (TEN)

Acelon Pov

As I thought if my meeting that night with him would be a final meeting full of emotions and various kinds of endless complexities. My five-year friendship with him made me never able to say no to him every time he asked me to do something. And even so, Brexton rarely asks me for anything. If he wasn't really in a state of urgency, he wouldn't possibly ask me anything.

But that night he looked different. With a slightly harsh and also hasty voice, he asked me to meet him at a club where we usually meet to unwind after work. Without thinking I said yes to his request to meet until in the end we actually met at the club with an aura that I felt a little different.

"What is wrong? You look weird."

That night I greeted him as usual, patting his shoulder softly. When I got there, he was daydreaming, staring at the crystal glass in front of him that was still half filled with cognac. But I know that he has just finished a full bottle of cognac and is now sipping both.

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