Hs 1

It has been two years. I was scared and hurt and I didn't know what to do, so I ran away. I've been in a lot of different countries and have learned many languages. Now I'm back where all the misery and pain began. I still have nightmares. Every time I close my eyes I see her. It was two years ago when I lost her but it feels like yesterday. I miss Sara every day. I walk into the bar where I used to work. It's quiet and there are not a lot of people but it's still early. Nothing has changed, the place still looks the same. I sit down by the bar. The man behind it looks at me like he sees a ghost. He seems to recognize me but you can see that he isn't sure. He takes a glass and offers me a whisky. He says nothing. It's like he knows I do not want to talk about. He pours me a glass, one after another. After the fifth one he gives me some keys. 'It's still yours if you want to,' he says. I take the keys and walk to the door at the end of the cafe. I put the key in the lock and open the door. I walk into the apartment and look around. Everything stands exactly where it was two years ago. I try to sleep that night but I can't stop thinking about everything that happened.