The ticking of the clock drives him insane, alone deep in bedsit land. His thoughts return to that fateful evening...as they always do.
"She is half your age. How could you?"
He wishes she had been angry but she was only disappointed, rushing out of the house.
He heard the sickening screech of a car and saw her on the road like a discarded doll.
Sean laments admitting to his stupid actions but it is too late now, he has lost everything.
He slinks to the pub. Strong lager is now his only friend, at least it numbs the terrible pain.
"She is half your age. How could you?"
He wishes she had been angry but she was only disappointed, rushing out of the house.
He heard the sickening screech of a car and saw her on the road like a discarded doll.
Sean laments admitting to his stupid actions but it is too late now, he has lost everything.
He slinks to the pub. Strong lager is now his only friend, at least it numbs the terrible pain.
