Ethan
The office was silent when I got home, that silence that I enjoyed so much, but now I only see it as a damn silence... It didn't demand anything, It didn't ask for explanations, it didn't demand attention, it didn't ask uncomfortable questions. It was an orderly, almost clinical silence. Like me... but today, especially today, it hinders me.
I left my keys on the desk and took off my jacket without turning on the main light. Only the side lamp, enough so that I don't feel in the dark, but not exposed either. I poured myself a drink. Just one. I wasn't even thirsty, but out of nowhere I get that need to feel the bitter, strong heat of alcohol break my throat.
I sat down and then, without warning, the memory returned.
Not the whole event, not the music, not the speeches, not the to
