http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LEBrjCasRSQ-That's the song. If you listen, listen all the way through. I used a writing prompt that said to use the first line of a song.
He woke up from dreaming and put on his shoes. He had headache, that much he was sure of. It was hard now, trying to keep the days and nights separate. He was told that a big bottle of bourbon wouldn't help. He did it anyway. Anything to take away the pain, the pain that had plagued him since.
He toyed with his wedding band as he stumbled through the hallway down to his kitchen. It wasn't what he was expecting, as two plates, glasses, one still half full of orange juice stood on the deserted table.
He saw her. She was right here. Her light blonde hair and wide, baby blue eyes. Mary, pretty little Mary, with her knowing wink as she sat at he usual place at the table. He stumbled towards her, still hung-over. His heart was beating faster, and faster, and he wanted to pick her up, kiss her, and take her right up stairs.
He put his hands on the table and opened his mouth to say something. Before his eyes, Mary vanished, once again leaving him alone. He sunk to the tiled kitchen floor and held his head in his hands, destined to be alone forever.
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