At the end of His day and the start of everyone elses

 

He stands on the street corner with a cigarette in His hand and looks at His surroundings. This has become His life, this cold darkness is now the world He lives in. He has just finished work and is treating Himself to a cigarette before heading home. Why is the cigarette a treat? Because it is the one thing in His life He seems to have control over and it feels good. Not only that but when things get tough and stressful in His job or even in life then that cigarette can stop Him from going crazier than He probably already is. His job is filled with horrible people out to get Him as well as responsibilities that He feels He is unable to tackle but tries to anyway.
   Once He's finished smoking He then gets in his car and drives home. The roads are pretty much clear other than the poor souls going to work at 6am when He's only just finishing. He feels the temptation to put His foot down and to speed His way home but He just can't afford any more trouble, He needs to drive sensibly so just puts some music on and feel some enjoyment in that. He looks at the houses as He drives along, some are in darkness as it's occupants are still asleep in bed and others have lights on as some people get themselves ready for the day ahead.
   He pulls into His road and turns the music down ever so slightly so that it doesn't disturb His neighbours because He doesn't care about any other road He drives down, only His own. His neighbours are the ones that He has to see from time to time, no need to make things tense and awkward. When He arrives outside His house He sees that there is a light on which He thinks is very considerate of His Father. There is just no need to enter a dark house to be unsuspectantly jumped upon by a beast.
   He gets to His front door and can see, through the window, a shape moving in the house. He opens the door, walks in and the great, big dog paces around Him before sitting down looking at Him with intent. Once He shuts the door He just glares at the dog and knows that the dog is smiling at Him, glad He's home and is desperate for attention, much like it's owner. He begins by stroking the dog's head only for the dog to lie on the floor and enjoy the attention. Once that He felt it was enough He moved to the kitchen to grab the dogs lead and take it for a walk. He strapped the lead to the dog and the dog jumped at the front door desperate to get outside. Once He opened the door the dog shot out and He had to jog after it until He had enough strength to halt the dog and walk sensibly.
   They walked together in the darkness and it was the morning walk that He felt most difficult to bare because that's when His mind would wander back to times gone. He began to think of Her and Their times together, the good and the bad although sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference. He would remember the arguments and how rotten She made Him feel but also how loved She made Him feel the rest of the time. She looked after Him when He was ill, fed Him when He was hungry, hugged Him when He was upset. It was a great experience for Him being in such a serious relationship but also a tragic one. He would remember the tears They both shed during every fight, would remember the feeling of not wanting to go home and also the feeling of entrapment because They couldn't be apart.
   Once He got to the end of the road He turned around and walked back with the dog. He started looking around at His dark surroundings and would wonder what She was doing at this moment, whether She was sleeping, whether She was getting ready for her day or whether She was remembering too. With all these memories flying around His head He is still certain He made the right decision ending things with Her, but still His mind would wander to Their time. He would remember the times before the fighting when Their relationship was just beginning and how much hope there was for Them. He began to remember how Her family became His, how His life became Hers and how They adapted to become so dependant on each other. He & Her whose separate families drifted apart but when They were together became so complete. He had to sacrifice and give up so much just so They had a chance to be really, truly happy but that could not happen while They were together. No more fighting. No more dependence on each other. No more blaming each other for things going wrong. No more living just the one life.
   He reached His front door and walked in with the dog, unleashed it and headed upstairs to His bedroom. The house felt so empty without Her in it anymore. The house was once filled with a happy family which broke apart, then it was filled with Him & Her which was filled with both happiness and pain and now broke apart also. He began to wonder if the house was cursed but shook away these thoughts. He knew that a time would come when He would find another "Her" again. He glanced out the window to see that the sun was slowly beginning to rise just as He was going to bed, this was very normal for Him. To call him a vampire would be insulting because He's just trying to live the life He has as best as He can.
   He lay down in bed and glanced next to Him at where She once lay. He would then remember the times where He woke up in the night and would wrap His arms round Her so that They wouldn't be apart, just to make Her happy. Little did he know then as He does know that it was actually He that let go so that She could be happy without Him and He could be free without Her. He is now free to do as He wishes, see whom He wants to see but He is not free. He is still wrapped in the darkness remembering all He had, all He lost, all He gave up and all that He could lose.
   Before falling asleep another thought would come to Him: Make the Most of Now. He then shut His eyes and drift off to sleep. His dreams would take Him to the stars, His body would remain still and His future would be filled with posibilities, opportunities and people that even He will not expect.