There was no light, there was a tunnel ... there was only darkness and pain. These images came gradually into his mind.
For three years entoces
"And what are you going to Europe? asked Marco.
"I was looking for so long, I think it's a bit of inertia, y. .. is an opportunity not to be missed.
"You know Connie will not be there.
"I know. The original plan was to go with it, but what can I do? regret staying here all my life?
"I wish you well Michael.
"Thank you brother.
... The empty glass on the table at night. People still living out their lives. In the room Michael lay on his bed.
A year ago:
"I know you want, do not know what's happening in your head, but you must fix your own," she said
"I know, is not now. I take some time. Europe has not solved.
"Sorry Michael, I love you but now you give me a little sorry.
"That word is the last thing I wanted to hear .. is something you do not need.
"It is clear that to me either. Adios Miguel.
... They were like movie scenes, Fatima, Connie, his last years in Europe. For Michael it was as if everything had been living now. Towards
days:
- Do not you ever wonder what you're looking for? Miguel asked
I do not know man. That's me.
"You remind me so much to me (I am really me) - he thought.
- What do you look in your phone?
-A number that I dial.
"That silly then why do you have it - asked
-To recognize if they ever called me - said" Oh
Miguel, sometimes I put bad shit!
few hours ago:
Miguel returned from the pub. People always, the world of appearances that burdened them, the same type of woman who plays the sexy girl to bring the other girl who looks have unique tastes. Loneliness always. Went to the bathroom take the pills and prepared a glass of tequila ...
... The combination was not lethal. Sedatives and alcohol pretty much away from this world. Michael: How many stops you have to do to get back to you?.
