Drive! Myrtle took a drink from her glass of wine.
It is not easy to drive the vehicle in this state and she knows it, but how to inhibit herself from what she feels, the despair of seeing it knows no borders. Without thinking about the consequences and only his bottle of red keep him company. He turns on the sound system, looking for a song that will ease his pain or induce more, to which he does not dare but needs to do.
The road begins, the lights of the cars that come, obstruct his vision, and the braking and accelerating confuses him, he wants to find it but he is afraid to arrive and find the truth of a present that he does not know.
At last he arrived, the address is this but it doesn't look like the house, he got out of the car and his legs were shaking, they could hardly hold him.
I managed to sneak into those present looking for a familiar face, it had been so many years that perhaps some of me would not be there.
Nobody looked at her, nobody seemed to notice her presence; he was probing the depths of insignificance, however the others mattered little, his eyes were searching for a specific face and he seemed to see it everywhere but when he approached the disappointment was present. The drinks were beginning to take effect, she didn't want to cry, she didn't want to scream but that was what her mind was telling her, to return was to abandon that slightest chance to find him. He could not even notify of his arrival, since that last time, there was never communication, now he had to risk, a rejection on his part or a joy to see him again. But who to ask, everything had changed, what was once a fast food kiosk, where he kept company for so many nights, until the end of the day, today it was a party boulevard.
He could no longer continue looking for a face among so many people, it was necessary to sit down, rest and take a new breath, but his glass was already empty, without heart he raised his voice and the bartender came to the call, a quite old man, with intense eyes , a look that she recognized but her memory was not refreshed to find such information, instead of a drink, the bartender brought an uncorked bottle of the best wine and murmured in her ear: this is the responsibility of the house, it is the gift Today we have a "windfall", Marcos is already coming, I do remember you, I never imagined that you would return, my grandson has missed you and waited for all this time. I will be happy to see you.
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