When another round of beers was met with a hard no, we wobbled all the way to the station. As it took us longer than usual to get there, we didn’t have too long of a wait until our train arrived. Staying awake long enough not to miss our stop though, that proved more difficult. Somehow, we managed to make it back home.
As the sun rose, I dragged my feet inside Grandma’s house and fell, face first, on the bed that had been mine for so many years. It smelled of home and childhood. Of things I still craved for. Everything that had happened the day before hit me at once. The sense of loss, over my childhood treasures and Robert, was choking me and it wouldn’t let up. Not until fat, hot tears fell down my cheeks. I tried to keep quiet, but I let them flow, their fall lulling me to sleep.
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