I Love You More - by Lizelle Tabaquero

CHAPTER 4 - A Sad Life

CHAPTER 4

 

10:09PM.

Vince arrive late home from work. 

Vince was thinking. (while removing his black shoes)

Vince: ...never ending problems in the power plant  ...life was never started.

He stays on a condominium complete with appliances which were provided by the higher management and stakeholders of Miyami Nuclear Power Plant as a benefit of being a Chief Scientist. They also provided him with a Luxurious Honda Accord Car.

Vince had mixed black and gray hairs. A 43 years old bachelor with a Ph.D. degree in Physics, an avid loner and often problematic even sometimes for nothing, he normally secludes himself to the public. Despite of being famous and high achievements, he always humbles and low himself, he also never liked being praised.

Vince (murmurs): only the Lord should be praised.

He was one time invited at Stockholm, Sweden to receive the Nobel Prize Award for Physics because of his utmost contribution in Nuclear Physics. For no reason at all, he never appeared.

He likes the movie entitled “The Pianist” and often listens to piano plays in his laptop as played by classic famous like Wolfgang, Chopin, and Mozart when he’s all alone. He had 4 friends in face book and 1,152 pendings.

Vince: A major productivity killer, people upon using the application software since then never live life, the way it should be.

Vince followed in his mind.

Vince: Little friends, higher productivity, and no one will remember me when I am gone.

He used to drink most of the time at a nearby bar. Mostly 6-8 bottles of beer and a couple of brandy. He is mostly unhappy in his life except when publishing a research article.

Vince: …only these things could …perhaps remember me, one day.

He is often sad and drinking is the only key for him to say that he’s alive.

Vince: Life is good only for two things: beers and cigarettes…

He mostly complains his back for ache that makes some of his night, sleepless.

Vince was stretching a little his back.

Vince: I’m back… my back… my back…

He takes a stick of cigarette in the table beside on his laptop. 

Vince:  my medicine... 1 left... (while thinking)

He then get the lighter from his pocket, lights the cigarette and inhales as if no smoke could escape. Inhaling as if there’s no tomorrow.

Vince (thinking): No one tells me to stop smoking... Life is good…

He then said to himself.

Vince: She always reminds me to take some exercise and drink a glass of milk before I sleep. But now she’s gone, and worst, she takes my world with her.

He followed up.

Vince: ... then I met cigarette and liquors.

He smokes the cigarette and coughs.

Vince: crap... my lungs…

He then realizes his necktie as he can’t breathe much air. Using his left hand, he starts losing his necktie a little wearing on his white long sleeves.

Vince: …too tight (while losing it)

He then breathes some air and speaks.

Vince: …why I’m still alive.