It was an awful day, the rain just won’t stop, the grey sky makes him think about that storm when he saved her.The trees bend like they could understand him, like they are the only ones who still backs him up in this situation.He likes this kind of weather, but now nothing can cheer him, it’s like he woke up from ten years of dream, ten years of better life, ten years of good experience that finally went wrong.The shades from his room are shut, and the clock it’s useless now, the time means nothing, actually for him nothing seems to count anymore.He barely got up from his perturbed bed, and looking at the mirror he sees an unknown man. His beard covered his face now, it meant nothing, the spiders or flies couldn’t care less about his aspect.That fucking heartache won’t disappear, he always thought that heart pain it’s only a latin sitcom legend, he would rather have an annoying headache than this awful pain in in his chest.
It’s been six days spent in the house, and the only friends which understood him where only his mp3 and couple of beers.He knows that this isn’t honorable at all but he deserve to act like this, even if he promised that it wouldn’t be like this.He thinks it will eventually rise from this grave, but now he needs to figure it how….After all he’ll have to live a life of loneliness after ten years with her….his sweet Irene…
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