25 - Fred

The night had already arrived and had not received any response from Becca about the roses. Perhaps due to the lack of a note he could think that someone else would have sent him the gift, although those red roses have a meaning of their own for both of us. She said she liked the color red, brought her strength.

She always said that her mother sent red flowers on her birthday, precisely because she knew she felt good about it. I felt the need to redeem myself in some way, his grudgeful words still invaded my mind, while I ate his favorite dish for dinner.

In a strange way, the dinner table seemed bigger than it used to be. Your absence caused this. I blinked a few times trying to get rid of those thoughts, even though I thought it was impossible, since I felt his perfume everywhere.

As soon as I finished my dinner, taking one last sip of my wine, I opened my macbook to read my emails. There was nothing but more work. I spent the night to solve everything and I could hardly sleep.

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