A day later-9.00PMToday is different,that’s what I said when the day started, but I guess not,the night weather is chilly cold, and he is not home.I have no appetite, twirling the fork in my hands, his face pops infront of me, he looked different today, his face pale, his posture stiff,his eyes red, as if he had sleepless night.Suddenly, footsteps echo, I freeze. Adrian walks into the kitchen, the buttons, on his white shirt open, his hair dishelved, as if he had run his fingers through them too many times, as he moves closer, the smell of alcohol hits me.His piercing eyes watches me.“Is he drunk?”“No, I am not darling.” His voice booms in the empty silence, making me realise, I just spoke it out aloud.“Wait,Adrian.” I say, but he just raises his hand in air, in denial and leaves.Slowly, I walk towards his room, expecting it to be locked, but it opens, with my push.Surprise flickers me, Finding Adrian in bed, his lips murmuring, “I am sorry,mom.” his voice filled with agony
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