Willy clenched the picture of Ruth in his hand. All day he remained in his bloated room where he just lingered around. He sat at the corner of the room. Sweat ran all over his sticky body. The warm rush of tears escaped from his eyes. His hand caught them as they dripped on and on.
On the other side of his door, his sister could hear his cries and plea for mercy. Mariela didn't dare to ask him anything. She knew how he was feeling. In fact, she was the only one who knew how he was feeling. Not a soul give a damn about him but her. After Ruth's body was found, her father didn't allow Willy to step any foot close to her. She was Layed to rest without him saying goodbye. She pressed her ear closer to try to see how she would be able to help her brother. Closely she listened to the cries of a brokenhearted and helpless man.
Ring! Her phone told her that it was time to stop the eavesdropping. She walked over to the living room where her phone was charging. Up and up she carried her phone until it was at the perfect view. A sly smile ran across her face. It pleased her to know that it was working out perfectly fine. Just the way she had planned it. All was going too well. She punched her screen to answer the text message. Finally, she hit send. Now it was only time to wait and see how far her plan would work.
The whole time had been torture. The memories that he had were sharp as daggers. They created very deep incisions in his heart. Our lives had just began and you have already escaped from this world. I would die tonight for love. Baby I would join you in death. This Sunday is gloomy, darling I hope that my dream is not hunting. Oh, how much I am wanting you.
On the other side of town, David was also feeling under the weather. The whole house was asleep. No one was out of their sanity. David was also locked up in his room. The room was dark and gloomy. Not much of the sunlight was able to surpass the dark blue curtains which looked down at David along with the agony that was felt through the air. The presence of the bitter alcohol was very noticeable as the empty bottles were scattered around the room like red rose petals that resembled Carolyn's cherry lips.
David took another shot of whiskey as he read through the newspaper. It had been a tought week for him and nothing could make it better than a glass of whiskey. Each gulp slid through his throat with a bitter taste that was just able to match as to how he was feeling. Bitter. The words his eyes saw were stabbing more and more pain in his heart. His eyes were fixed on the paper. Not a blink, not a word and not a feeling. The words were just too much. Too much that he grew cold.
"Is David's wife, Amanda Brown, trying some new stuff? Or is it just a game? Or is it just to pass the time?"
What were you thinking? Why did you leave me again without a full explanation or a proper goodbye?
With each ticking second of the clock, it was only very clear that all his efforts had gone to waste. Another sip he took as he read through the newspaper.
