C72 It is over

Rico's standpoint

I grabbed the glass, hands still trembling as the tears made it way out. Dark spots covered my vision from the internal battle. Moist flowed down my nostrils, resting above my upper lip. I brought the glass to my lips and emptied the entire content into my mouth. The liquid tasted odd but it had the one flavour I adore; pineapple.

I swallowed it all and drop the glass