Good evening everyone. After many requests I decided to publish my stories in English again. This way many other readers will be able to like or criticize what I write. I apologize in advance for any mistakes. English is not my language.
Another day of work was over, but this time it was different, she was gone.
He had left him. Not a phone call, not a message. He got to work and she didn't show up. Shortly after their shift began, Voight announced his move to New York. That news caused a blow to the heart, it was as if it had stopped.
Now he was alone again.
Unfortunately, he knew well that feeling you get when someone leaves you, he abandons you precisely.
His brother had left him alone with his dying mother, then returned, but he had his family to think about.
His father wasn't there for him, they didn't get along. The only person she could count on as a friend was Mouse, but unfortunately she had left him too, he was dead. He was there in times of need. They were there for each other, always.
Yes he really felt alone.
When he got home he threw himself on the sofa, he didn't want anything.
The team was going to meet at Molly for a drink, but he said he was busy tonight. His brother had invited him to dinner with him and Natalie, but even then he had refused, saying he would be finished late.
He did not want to see anyone, to talk, to smile occasionally.
It had been like this all day.
"I'm alone," he said to himself.
How much suffering was hidden inside him, no one could know or understand it.
He needed something not to think, he wanted to be outside for a while.
He headed for the kitchen to get some beers from the fridge, but sadly there weren't any. In the morning he had promised himself to buy them before returning home, but with the commotion that had been there he had forgotten.
He then started wandering around the house in search of any liquor there was.