It has been over two weeks now. He lost count of time, as days seem to be just a repetition of same events. He prepared his breakfast and put everything on that white kitchen table, with the grey cover. His usual morning coffee along with four slices of bread with jam in all of them.
He felt tired to just think that, it is going to be few hours at work. Then, he will go directly to the gym and come back home. Maybe, watch a movie. Or, just try to find something to watch on live TV. He was having different conversations, different tasks and sometimes meeting new people. But, since his wife travelled for work. He felt as if everything is tasteless now. He did not know how to find joy within himself. He used to share everything with her. Maybe it is something with his nature that, he can experience so many things on his own. But, those times of laughter and struggle during the day, seemed dull and almost the same, when he kept going back to empty walls.
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Já se passaram mais de duas semanas. Ele perdeu a noção do tempo, pois os dias pareciam apenas uma repetição dos mesmos eventos. Preparou o café da manhã e colocou tudo sobre a mesa branca da cozinha, coberta com uma toalha cinza. Seu café matinal de sempre, acompanhado de quatro fatias de pão com geleia.
Sentiu-se cansado só de pensar que seriam apenas algumas horas de trabalho. Depois, iria direto para a academia e voltaria para casa. Talvez assistisse a um filme. Ou, quem sabe, tentasse encontrar algo interessante na TV. Tinha conversas diversas, realizava tarefas diferentes e, às vezes, conhecia pessoas novas. Mas, desde que sua esposa viajou a trabalho, tudo parecia sem graça. Não sabia como encontrar alegria dentro de si. Costumava compartilhar tudo com ela. Talvez fosse algo da sua natureza, essa capacidade de vivenciar tantas coisas sozinho. Mas aqueles momentos de riso e luta durante o dia pareciam monótonos e repetitivos, agora que ele voltava sempre para as paredes vazias.