He hated to watched her leave
But he knew she'd back soon
He wanted to hold her until life no longer existed
He waited up that night for to come back
He waited
And waited
And waited
She didn't come back

What did he do wrong?
Was it something he said?
Did he not love her enough?
"**** it," Began to be his motto
His face became hollow
The empty bottles of jack slowly filled the room
The receipts of take over crumpled up filled the corner of the room

Then one night
He heard a knock.