[Alcohol was not the only thing she was wishing for. Right now, she kind of wishes that she could have a hug, too. She sips down the liquid a bit more roughly this time, hoping that it'll at least make her feel a miniscule better. Her eyebrows furrow, but she doesn't mind it. It's still good to her.

Her eyes fixate on the sky again.]

It's really bittersweet, isn't it? It looks so real, but everyone very well knows it's not.