Day 2

A lonely man sits in the corner of my apartment, he's been there ever since she left. I don't want to remember, I only wish to leave what little left of her I have in front of me. He looks into the mirror to see the dust building up, he no longer sees his own reflection, instead he sees the woman as a shadow in the glass. The man and the mirror both making me ponder upon the decision. Should I or should I not? It isn't too hard to decide upon when one has nothing left but an empty shell. He leaves it all there to preserve the essence of the reason to live. The needle in my arm, the chains on my legs, and the noose on my neck. I feel as if a man has ripped out a child from his mother's womb, empty. He gets up and looks at me, I stare back at him. He walks towards the man to find something he never would've foreseen. He moves his right arm, as the man moves his left. He moves his head, and the man follows. I decided to touch the man's hand as he touched mine, and suddenly. He. No... I disappear.