The week after
The smell of loss still reeked from his soul. After a week Adrian understood that his voice was a scream and his eyes a plea to the universe to make it all a simple, scary dream, and that he wakes up knowing Susan is still alive. He couldn't quite recall what he was doing the past week. He spent whole nights in clubs alone at the bar, drinking his pain away, and paying for that with his soul. How many times he wished that the illness took him as well. Heartless in a loveless, decaying world. That was not a way to live your life. His room, in a tower among the grayness, stank of alcohol and more often than not he used to find bruises and scratches on his body for which he couldn't remember where did he get them. How could he go on? He knew he couldn't fully recover from this. Ever. The only thing left was to pick up the pieces of his broken heart and try to move on. For the first time after the accident, he entered his parent's house. The smell of sweet decay and du...