As Danny parallel-parked in front of the bar,
he knew who he wanted to live for.
The only one who ever said 'hi' to him and wanted to be touched by him.
He sighed. How could he have been so stupid to trust his former roommate?
All left to him was his car, a lemon of a car, but at least it was his and there was plenty of room for both of them.
With a grin on his face, he stands in front of the door and started whistling their song.
For a moment he thought she wasn't there, did not wait for him. As he turned around she ran towards him and jumped into his arms.
"I am so glad you waited for me", he said, "let's go before the car starts complaining."
"Mama, what are you doing!"
"What are you doing? Damn you!", she shouted as she grabbed her bag and ran out on the street.
No way she would ever go back home. It was clear her mother did not care and completely lost her mind.
"Well done dad", she mumbled, "You had the guts to leave and left me with your misery."
With a sleeve of her coat, she wiped the tears off her face. In a flash, she noticed them next to the rustiest car she ever saw. The guy looked extremely happy.
"That car looks like shit but he is happy, why can't she?"
She had everything and the only thing she did was complaining, manipulating and making other people's life miserable. She felt too good to see a shrink but if someone needed one it was her.
Her friend was right. She should have left years earlier. It was time for her mother to take care of herself and for her to start her life.
She smiled as she walked out of the street and disappeared around the corner.
She sat on the sofa and stared at the forgotten clothes.
The small bottle was still in her hand.
For a moment she felt she had lost, lost again. He had left her right after he finished his study and had found a good job abroad. He had laughed at her in her face, called her a stupid cow, said it all had been her own free choice. She could have said no.
Now they were all gone.
No need to feel guilty about not taking care of them.
She had seen the dog leave the house and once followed it. A guy had talked to her in a soft voice as he stroked her. He looked nice.
Her daughter was old enough to take care of herself, better as she ever had taken care of her.
She felt empty and... relieved.
There was nothing left that reminded her of him.
"Free at last", she whispered and smiled.
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