Reeves
Reversing the Jeep into one of my parking spots, I contemplate whether I feel like going to the bar, or maybe just sleep or drink the rest of the evening away.
I throw my keys to the kitchen counter and fetch a water bottle from the fridge. I step out onto the balcony and slouch on one of the brown loungers. The apartment is not wide enough to contain my frustration. Drinking the cold water, I stare ahead aimlessly as the sky slowly converts into a darker blanket.
A painful coil strings within me. I close my eyes and shield the world away, resting my arm over my face. Three years. Tomorrow will be the third anniversary of the day my life fell into pieces. The third year in which the closest person to me was taken away. Each time my thoughts bring me back to that day, to his last
