Finally he knew how to do it. He knew how to get out of bed in the morning, make some coffee, go to work and at the end of the day, how to get back home after having a drink at his favourite bar. Being a living zombie isn’t that hard after all.
That day was just like the others, he woke up, got dressed, went to work, said few hellos to people, walked into the bar, and the time froze.
She was there, sitting at their old spot, and… waving at him!?!! He couldn’t understand what his eyes were seeing! She was actually waving at HIM! He felt nothing, he saw her figure getting closer that’s when he realized that he was moving toward her. He couldn’t talk, all he did was smiling and then he sat down waiting for his scotch.
“I miss you” she said, “You look really great, oh my God how much I’ve missed you!”. He was looking at her, letting time fly by, and with every second he was remembering… every story, every lie, every look, every scar. “Why?”, he was asking her in his mind?! “why all the hurt?! Why did you come back?!”
She kept talking, he kept drinking and thinking. And when there was no more whiskey in his glass, he gathered his things and without even blinking head out to end his day…