Glueing broken pieces. Cont.
Lilith left. It felt like they didn’t finish the conversation, but Damien didn’t expect her coming back, he thought that tha abyss between them was too big to try and fix something. At least she took the money that belonged to her and their children, so at least something he did right this time. After he closed the door behind her, he came back to the kitchen, lowered himself on the chair and sat there, looking at cups and untouched chocolate. He was going to kill himself before she decided to come, now, oddly enough, he didn’t want to die. He felt much calmer on the heart, even after their talk didn’t went well. In the morning he looked in the mirror after taking a shower. Chuckled and smiled to himself. His smile looked like a crack in a broken cup. He found an old razor, covered his face with soap and started to shave. There was a long time after he killed Sam, and his illness changed him enough, and also he didn’t want to be afraid of himself anymore. Taking his pills and choosing the most good looking clothes, he went to the job.
