His cell phone rang all night and the caller id showed Craig was desperately trying to reach him. The thought of having to endure the rest of his life without Khalil by his side was starting to take its toll. Being alone in the room gave him time to think about all that had transpired and he came to the conclusion that his life wasn’t worth living anymore. He was tired of crying and tired of the empty feeling that engulfed him. The mind was a terrible thing to try and fight, but in his state of mental instability and solitude, his mind was the only thing talking to him.He sat on the edge of the bed staring into the mirror atop the dresser and all he saw was a man that was no more. His face was now permanently scarred with a gash he felt he deserved, and the wound on his arm was now a puffy sore that was trying to heal itself without the help of any antibiotics. The image in the mirror was not of a man that had it all together, but of one that was at the end of his rope. He reached up and rubbed his stubble filled face and the pungent smell of his own body was no longer an irritant to him.
