"I am 2 weeks pregnant". A messenger pop-up suddenly apparated on my phone screen.

"Congratulations! I am happy for you". I typed back.

I tossed my phone onto my bed and poured myself first of the many upcoming drinks.

I walked out into the balcony. I stood there and watched the moving traffic. I saw people coming from or going to their homes. I saw lives moving in two directions and I noticed my glass empty.

I looked around and found the bottle I had kept on the table.

I relaxed into the chair beside the table and poured another drink. I opened the book that I had brought along to read.

Hours later... I woke up to the sound of rainfall. It was still half past midnight. I must have dozed off after 3-4 pages. The book had fallen off my lap. I grabbed the book in one hand, the bottle of whisky along with the glass in the other, and hurried in.

I tossed the book onto the bed beside the phone and put the glass in the kitchen sink. It wasn't raining heavily but I was still wet. I dried myself with the towel and went to bed. I was laying on my back with my eyes closed, struggling to sleep. Unable to sleep, I moved my hand around to get hold of my phone but I couldn't feel it so I turned to my left to locate it. The phone was at the far end corner of the bed so I got up and reached for it.

The book laid beside the phone was open on the very first page that had a note that read; " Something to always remember me by. I hope you would never need it".

My face twitched into a smile. I remembered...