(imagine if)
This is slowly smoking Martín after his failed attempt to kill himself. It was the fifth time, ‘cause something was always stop him on the edge.
The first time was right after Andrés left the monastery with the wife. Martín found a vintage revolver in a velvet box, but he didn’t find the courage to end all of it, he was able only to cry and lie on the bed, on the floor and cry again.
After a few weeks drunk Martín was walking by the italian streets from some shitty bar. He’s decided to stop at the road with busy traffic and maybe had a drunken pray to end this day and all after it for good. Some stupid man stopped his car and helped Martín to get home.
Third attempt was after a half year and it was a foolish one. Martín read a detective novel where a man was killed by ten pills of some kind of medicine. What a luck, Martin just found this medicine in his locker. As it turned out the body could reject this stuff and this process is quite hurting and disgusting.
When Martín looked on the calendar and saw the day, he’s decided to celebrate a year he’s spending without Andrés. Not his best idea which ended with on a roof. Martín thought that it’ll be great to finally fly away from his miserable life. But then people down there saw him and didn’t let him do it.
One day Martín Berrote was watching TV like he used to do for the last few days - he had to know every single news about the heist. Just so he found out that the heist is over, almost all criminals ran away, but the police eliminated one of the most dangerous member of the gang. Hell of a pain squeezed his chest when Martín heard about Andrés’ death. Finally he don’t have any reason to live and the decision was made. Unfortunately his hands were trembling so much that the gun twitched and only scratched his head.
Martín Berrote is slowly smoking in the darkness of a night, trying to imagine the last second of his soulmate. Plus in any case tomorrow will be a new day and maybe he would find a new way to join to the love of his live.
