80 // Last Resort

The cool autumn night felt like winter had made its mark, there was no telling whether it was just bad weather or if the coldness of death was making its way, tainting his soul to the core.

Javier Mendoza sat outside his suite, at the balcony late after midnight. He sat on the straw armchair with his long legs parted, leaning back with his white shirt tucked out and the buttons open, leaving his chest bare. He looked as though he was sleeping as his eyes were shut tightly and he had one hand propped on the armrest with his head leaning steadily on the fist while his other hand rested on other armrest.

He was not sleeping. He could not sleep, all he kept thinking about were his children and wife. Well, ex-wife, considering the fact that the only thing he had to worry about concerning his wife was the massive headache she would have in the morning due to her drinking habits. He was not even in the least mad or annoyed by Danielle, if anything, he was glad that she wa