Again and again Dariel saw Arthur's chaotic state. The eyes of the man with jet-black hair looked empty, as if half of his life was gone. It was not alcohol that accompanied Arthur now,
but it was the umpteenth time the man had drunk coffee and smoked. Dariel was confused, had not his best friend found Kalea's location? It was not that long ago that Arthur was so happy to know.
Ah, but if you look at Arthur's condition like this, Dariel is starting to understand the results.
"Lea doesn't want to see you?" Dariel asked to the point as he sat down in front of Arthur. Taking a cigarette, he lit it and took a drag. However, Arthur did not respond. He put out the remaining cigarette and reached for his cup of coffee. Dariel sighed heavily. Really, even seeing Arthur like this made him crazy. "Stop drinking coffee you've had too much," Dariel forbade as he grabbed the glass Arthur was trying to reach.
