The sunlight pours through the window onto his face. He rolls over and looks at the clock.

5:30 a.m. it tells him. Just after sunrise.

He's been awake for hours. Haunted by the memories and nightmares, his need to sleep has been out weighed. He sits up and put his head in his hands. Taking deep breaths, he tries to force the tears back.

"Suck it up. Your never going to make it if you don't get hold of yourself." He says to himself.

He stands up, tears gone, and walks over to his dresser. There are pictures of her everywhere on top. He picks up one and gazes at her beautiful smile. He runs over her face lightly with his fingers tracing every detail. Drops of liquid hit her face and he realizes tears are falling again.

"No!"he yells throwing the picture against the wall.

He sweeps his arm across sending everything crashing to the floor.

He sighs and decides to leave the mess, he'll clean it up later.

He sifts through the drawers and then the closet, taking out clothes he needs for the day. He takes everything to the bathroom. He hangs up the clothes and strips off his shirt and boxers. He climbs into the shower letting the hot water beat into his back. He trying not to cry again as his mind reopens memories of her.