The lonely man sat on his chair with his head in his hands. His hair was long and messy, he hasn't shaved for a week and his clothes just loosely stay on him. He was a mess. Life was tough. Everyday was the same thing, go to work, come home, call her, drink a beer, and sleep for a few hours. Theresa wasn't making this too easy on him either, she was always nagging at him about not bringing enough money home or something like that. That pissed him off. He wouldn't say much to her though, he would just ignore her and continue on with his daily routine. Everyday, the conversations with her got shorter, and shorter. Sometimes, it's just a "Hello" and " I got to go." Life sucked, he barely tolerates it, but does.
The beautiful drunk lay on her bed, with another bottle of vodka. It was her third bottle today. She too had a daily routine. Drink, pass out, answer the daily call from him, drink, and pass out again. Of course occasionally, she did go out, usually with Summer. Since both their boyfriends left, they have been closer than ever. Sometimes, they would go back to their old ways and go out partying all night. Her money-driven mother just had to make the best of this. She would prance around trying to get her daughter to go to "cardio bar" or something all day. Spending money was like her hobby. Life sucked, so she drinks it away.
The man walked over to his bed and lied down. It was time for his few hours of rest. She threw the bottle against the wall and rolled over to the other side of the bed and wept.
"Why can't things just go back to the way they were?" she thought.
It was strange, normally, at this time, he would pass out in the matter of seconds. This time, there was something different. He just couldn't stop thinking about her. He tossed and turned; he just couldn't stop thinking about her smile, her kiss, her skin, and her hair, everything about her. Finally, he just sat up in bed and cried. He usually doesn't cry. He's the tough guy, no tough guy cries. This was a special occasion.
"I miss her so much" he thought.
