No more whiskey. The memories of the last few days hit him like a big tire rolling down a hill, out of control and at full speed.
Val had left without looking back. Her eyes were flooded with tears and, as she blinked, they started rolling down her cheeks. She did not want Ed to see her like that. He loved to see her.
Ed stared into his empty whiskey glass. He never cared how she looked. He only wanted to see her. Her presence was all he needed. Val was his drug.
For a moment, on the bottom of the whiskey glass, an image flickered: the two of them, arm in arm, going out from the darkness of the past into the brightness of the future. He watched their backs. Was that providence or wish? He could not tell. He fell asleep, as their silhouettes were fading away in the bright distance.
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October 11th, 2021
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Val had left without looking back. Her eyes were flooded with tears and, as she blinked, they started rolling down her cheeks. She did not want Ed to see her like that. He loved to see her.
Ed stared into his empty whiskey glass. He never cared how she looked. He only wanted to see her. Her presence was all he needed. Val was his drug.
For a moment, on the bottom of the whiskey glass, an image flickered: the two of them, arm in arm, going out from the darkness of the past into the brightness of the future. He watched their backs. Was that providence or wish? He could not tell. He fell asleep, as their silhouettes were fading away in the bright distance.
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