I heard her falling as I stepped away calmly, furious with not only her, but also myself. I knew that he'd be upset with me; everyone is upset with me. But they're always upset and I'm always tired. I'm tired of being the instigator of everybody's misery, even though I'm not responsible for some of it.
That's a constant, one of the sad, sorry constants in an unstable life. Work, alcohol and misery; sweet constants that keep me alive and functioning. I stop in my gait in front of my office; I turn around and see them watching nothing in particular with that look in all their eyes.
And we fall.