Memories

His moonlit saunter

A tall, curly-haired man roamed the moonlit London streets, his dark coat barely standing out from the night sky surrounding him. He walks down the streets, the lamp posts dimly lights the path ahead of him. It's rather quiet, unlike the usual night in London, the silence seems fitting for the current situation. After a while of sauntering, he reaches his apartment, as he unlocks and opens the door to his apartment the illuminating light shines on him, completely contrasting how he feels. He takes his coat off, it falls to the floor and he walks off - this act is very peculiar for Dan as no matter what he always tries to keep the apartment looking acceptable. He goes into his dull toned room, turning the lights off, collapsing straight onto his bed, he stares to the ceiling - his eyes looking watery and red, tears form in his eyes. He focuses on the ceiling, wishing events could have played out differently; wishing he could turn back time. The only comfort he had at this moment was that his last words were fitting - "I love you". His thoughts made it quite hard for him to find comfort and they distracted him from being able to sleep. He eventually fell asleep, the day he just had and the news he was faced with were too emotionally draining.