He did all that could to not look back as he walked past the glass doors, leaving his world behind, walking into the unknown. He knew it to be one thing for sure: lonely.
Things hadn’t been the same since they’d lost little Ariel. He knew she grieved everyday for the past months. He felt helpless, he didn’t know how to comfort her. So he’d given up. He’d given it all up. Left his wedding band and packed a bag. He’d told her he needed to find himself again, just like she needed to find herself. When she’d asked if he’d be back, all could give her was a measly “maybe”.
The maybe hit her like a blow, all the air in her lungs sucked out. She walked back into the kitchen and stirred the minestrone soup until it was dry. Her mind was elsewhere. It had gone down memory lane. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she remembered every single letter, word, moment and caress they’d shared over the years.
He didn’t know a lot about the choice he had just made, leaving Dylan behind, but he knew his days would be filled with endless carousal because his father had failed to teach him that the bottle was not where men ran to when running from their problems. Well, his father too had failed to learn that lesson himself. You know what they say about Apples and Trees*.
*The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree.