Unknowingly, he had walked to the riverbank.
His head was in chaos, with scenes incessantly flashing through his mind.
Finally, it froze on a small face, crying and gasping for breath.
William Guillen rubbed his forehead, trying to rid the annoyance in his heart, but after several attempts, it was futile.
He fiercely kicked the ground, lifted his hand, and unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt, revealing a large part of his chest.
Standing by the river, he watched the neon reflections on the surface of the water, unsure of how long he stood there.
Until his mobile phone rang, he answered. Seeing it was a call from Mrs. Guillen, he exhaled a breath and picked up the phone.
"Guillen Junior, it's so late, why aren't you back yet?"
Late?
It's only 11:00 now; for William Guillen, it's just the beginning of the nightlife.
"Mum, it's not even 11:00 yet, there's no rush."
