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 Never A Happy EndingSunday march fourteenth, the radio turns on seems I forgot to turn that damnalarm off. I moved to the end of the bed and reached over to turn off that damn alarmended up accidentally knocking over the answering machine. Seems there was a messagefrom this morning, guess I wasn’t really paying attention when I came in. I played themessage, maybe, maybe it would be some good news. It was Kevin a friend of mine whoI had forgotten about last night. Turned out that he and some others waited for me toshow up to the poker game last night, was wondering where I was he said it was…awkward that I had missed a game seeing as how I haven’t ever missed a chance at takingthere money. The thought made me laugh, or at least it would have on any other day.Today however well, that was unimportant, I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom.I hadn’t realized it in my room but there to much sun shining through thewindows, it made it almost impossible to see. That irritated me but then again whatwouldn’t there was no real point to me staying here, no in fact I had even more reason toleave. Its funny cause I never thought Id be one of those people claiming to only knowwhat they have had until it was gone but here I was a twenty six year old man standing inthe bathroom looking at myself in the mirror and hating what looked back. After Ifinished in the bathroom it was a habit to walk to the kitchen and make my phone call.That however was now pointless and yet I still found myself sitting, staring at this phonethat I could no longer use to call her. No I couldn’t and I guess then it just kind of hit me,that Saturday night was a night that I will never forget a night that would be truly one of my worst ones ever.The phone ringed several times while I was getting dressed I let the machine getit. didn’t feel like talking to much anyways. I grabbed my wallet out of it fell a picture, Ididn’t pick it up, I just watched it fall, and then made my way out the door. I don’tunderstand why I thought it was a good idea to leave my apartment. It took awhile for myeyes to adjust to the excess light and when it did I saw nothing but a bland cold world. Itwas actually kind of funny I once felt that this place was full of so much warmth, and thatno matter what happened it would never be more then I could handle. I felt it was funny
 
how that idea of mine was quickly changing and that I now saw how this world really is.How I finally saw that this place is nothing but a bitch and then you die.I choose to walk down the street, I had no idea where I was going but thought better to walk then drive. Looking towards the sky as if it would somehow tell me thesolution to my problem, hoping that maybe it would somehow bring some peace to mind.I was obviously disappointed, I then walked into a small corner store that I often came to.The lady at the counter who was always kind to me says a good morning, almost half asleep. I look at her and try to fake a smile I don’t think it worked out to well, cause thelook on her face was almost as if she knew what I was thinking. I looked around decidingthat the only thing I really wanted was a cigarette. I could hear her now saying well morelike yelling at me about how she thought I quit, listing all the reasons why I shouldrethink it. That no longer mattered though, so I walked to the counter and asked for a pack. The lady at the counter asked what was my brand, I didn’t have one so I repliedwith whatever she sold the most of.I walked out of the store pulling a single from the pack. I started walking and putthe cigarette to my mouth while holding it with my lips I went for my lighter. Damn thethought occurred instantly I left my light at home and now had wasted money on a pack of cigarettes I could no longer smoke. It was almost depressing but I put the cigarette back in the pack and continued walking. I was aware of the fact that I could of askedanyone on the street for a light but that kind of thing was beneath me.I ended up getting on a bus heading south. I had no real idea where I was going or what I was doing, I was however beginning to get hungry so I decided that I would getoff at the next stop and find a place to eat. The next stop was actually pretty convenientthere where plenty of nice places to eat. I walked around the corner and then I saw it.“La Puligra” I have no idea what the name meant or if it meant anything at all, but thefood was good, and the atmosphere was better. I ate here a lot in my past days, it was her favorite restaurant so it tended to be an almost weekly place to visit. When I walked inGloria instantly saw me, Gloria was the hostess, her eyes soon became heavy as if shewas about to tear up. Before she could however I said a quick hi and told her I was goingto sit out on the patio. She didn’t nod or say a word she just stared at me, and as I walkedaway I heard something that sounded like I pray for you. I wasn’t quite sure what she said
 
 but it didn’t matter.When I found my table on the patio I sat down and waited for the waitress. Took her awhile to come to my table but when she did I ordered a shrimp scampi on angel hair  pasta, with a nice toasted piece of bread. I then proceeded to watch all of the peoplewalking by and noticed the other gentlemen sitting right across from me. He was lookingat me almost in anger, I asked him if he had a problem. He responded with a light sighand then told me how he felt I had a sad atmosphere about me. I didn’t pay muchattention and when my food came I completely forgot about him. The food was excellent, but then again that’s how it always was. There was an element missing though and I had a pretty good idea of what it was.The chair across from me suddenly filled up with the same gentlemen who hadtalked to me awhile ago. He sat down and just stared at me. At one point I thought maybehe was hitting on me but then he spoke, he said “ excuse my but you look like the kind of  person that could use some company, mind if I smoke”? It was odd for a stranger to justassume his company was needed, much less appreciated. But I agreed just because Icould finally get a light for one of my own cigarettes.It wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. The stranger didn’t talk, he didn’teven stare anymore. We just sat there in silence enjoying our cigarettes, and when we hadfinished them he finally spoke. He asked me if I had anything to do today. I said no Ididn’t have anything to do. He then asked if I could go along with him. I asked what for and he said simply because you need something to distract your mind. I asked him whyhe thought I needed distracting, and he simply said “because you do”.So I tagged along with this stranger whom I had never met before, turns out hisname was Doug. He was a sixty year old widow, who lived alone and was happy to still be independent. I continued to walk with Doug down the street as he continued to talk,and he talked about everything. At one point it seemed like he didn’t even need me tohave this conversation. It then occurred to me that maybe I was just there so he could feellike someone actually cared about him. I thought it was rather pathetic but then again Iwas rather pathetic so maybe it fit that I was with this old man.We got to this two story building and the old man told me to follow him up. Atthis point I told him that I wouldn’t that there was no point, and that my whole day had
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Knowknu

A really great story! I’m a bit confused about the timeline though. I’m guessing it’s set a day after the ‘event’ (sorry it’s probably just me being a bit dim). I like the way it builds up to the story with the protagonist hinting at what happened. You get a clear idea of just how depressed and guilty he feels. Very sad, which is what I’m guessing you were going for, in which case it’s a definite win.

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