Living my life as a desk-job worker and sticking my face to the magical screen that projects images and videos they call monitor. Mindlessly running my fingers through the keyboard and do whatever they told me to do. I'm living a life without a cho...
Waking up next to an empty side of the bed feels kinda weird after all these years. Well, I have to get up anyway and going for a warm shower. Oh yeah, feeding Buddy. I'm going to the kitchen and grab a can of tuna and fills Buddy's bowl. Oh yeah, need to brew my own coffee, and..
I can't do this by myself.
Wait, what am I thinking? She is not here. She won't be here. Got to adapt myself then. Just the coffee then. Need some buzz after last night. What did I do last night? Well, nothing much. Staring at the empty ceiling I guess. Pretending you were sleeping by myself and pretending holding your hand even when you were gone.
Fuck this. Need to start my morning.
7.30 a.m
Bus is here! Oh yeah, not my ride. It was supposed to be hers, but she won't be here. Ah, there's my ride.
8.00 a.m
Finally at my office. Suddenly someone taps on my door. It's Ryan.
"Hey man, I'm sorry for that night. It was wild man!" "Please leave, I'm in no mood to talk with you right now. And close the door." "Are you mad at me? I said I'm sorry!" "Leave."
He slams my door. What a bastard.
12.00 p.m
Lunch time. Well, since she won't be here anymore, I guess I got some lunch money to spend.
6.00 p.m
That was tiring. Fucking paperwork. Wait, did I swear a lot this whole day? Who cares. Time to go back home, our-
My home. I live with no one else. Except that fluffy little guy. Wait...
I unlock the door and Buddy is staring at me with angry eyes. But rooms look just fine. He must be hungry since his last meal was this morning. Sorry Buddy. I'll fill up the bowl twice as much. Bon apetite!
8.00 p.m
Is she not coming home? Wait, what am I thinking? Of course she won't.
Suddenly...
Is that you, Teresa? You're back? What are you doing in the kitchen!? I'm coming! But she disappears as soon as I reach out. Must be my imagination. Hm? What is this? Coffee bean? Ah yes, she left it here last night.
Anyway, time for a shower and dinner.
9.30 p.m
Now I'm feeling fresh! Hm? Teresa? What is she doing there? Sleeping next to the window like last time? But I'm home. Poof. Disappears. Must be my imagination. Wait, what is...that?
Snow...? First snow. It looks pretty.
Hm...?
Tears? Am I crying? Nah. Got to wipe it off my face. Man shouldn't be crying...
Why can't I wipe it off? It won't stop.
Please stop.
Please...
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