He listened to the raindrops hitting the roof of his car. He sat alone, the music completely turned off.
The only light that was provided was the glare from the streetlights, everything was calm.
The streets were empty, he found himself alone and at peace in the middle of a parking lot in front of an old coffee shop.
The rain became softer, now he could actually hear himself breathe.
He should be with his family, he should've tucked his two daughters into bed tonight.
He should've gone with her that night.
He should be the one who's in the ground, not her.
But life isn't fair, and it doesn't matter how much money you have, or how you lived in the end.
His heart rate sped up, and he began to shake.
This is all my fault.
He took a deep breath, and tried to calm down.
He began to drive home and kept himself together as best as he could.
He drove in silence, knowing if he turned on the radio every song would remind him of her.
He walked into the apartment being quiet as he could, so he wouldn't wake up his daughters.
He got undressed and laid down in his bed, which he hadn't done in weeks. He could feel his heart shatter into a million pieces.
She should be here.
He rolled onto his side, knowing she should've been laying next to him.
She should be here.
He clenched his pillow as he tried to fight the tears.
I need to be strong.
For them.
He was broken.
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Nothing Lasts Forever
General FictionAfter the recent death of his wife, a man has to raise his two daughters on his own while dealing with depression and his drinking problem. The 2nd adaption of Falling, Alone, and a Mess.
