Chapter 561 - 560: What Identity
As William Griffith was about to leave, Cherish’s roommate May happened to return home. She was quite drunk and reeked of alcohol. Seeing William, for the first time she did not scold him or provoke him with words. She just glanced at him, quietly took off her high heels, walked to the living room in her silk stockings, and poured herself a glass of water.
Cherish Turner accompanied William Griffith to the entrance before closing the door behind him.
May was always careless and seemingly indifferent, but she rarely showed such a gloomy side. Cherish knew that May must be hiding something or feeling wronged. She picked up the slippers and walked over to May, putting them down next to her feet, "May, the floor is cold. Put them on."
"You’re always the best to me." May patted her on the shoulder and obediently put on the slippers. However, she suddenly put down her water glass, walked to the wine cabinet, and grabbed a bottle of wine before heading to the sofa and crashing down. She uncapped the bottle and recklessly started drinking.
Cherish rushed over to stop her, holding her back from drinking any more, "Drink less, it’s bad for your health."
"I know... I know all that." May’s beautiful eyes were narrowed, and she looked at Cherish dazedly. Her makeup was thick and colorful, and she hardly ever removed it. She wore a heavy layer of foundation in front of others, as if it were a protective layer against other people’s probing and complicated gazes.
Cherish sat next to her and held her hand, "May, I’ll run a bath for you. Let’s go to bed, okay?"
"Cherish!" May suddenly cried hoarsely, collapsing the couch. She curled up on the sofa, resting her head on Cherish’s lap. With her eyes closed, she murmured, "I’ve always known that I can’t be with him, and that he only cares for me. I never really loved him; I just felt... I just felt safe with him. I thought a child couldn’t be without a father, but..."
Some distances between people can never be bridged.
"Today was our last meeting, our very last one." May’s voice trailed off and took on a sobbing tone, "We’ll never see each other again..."
After a night, May returned to her usual hearty demeanor, only her makeup was even more vivid.
How many people does one meet in their lifetime in the vast ocean of humanity, and how many of them will never be seen again?