Jack felt especially lonely that night.

He hadn't talked to anyone he knew in four weeks. Almost a month now.

At first it was nice. A relief from his past life. Breathing room.

But now he longed to talk to somebody. Only he didn't want to talk to someone from his actual life....

I was in bed, awake, but still laying, just like the rest of the house.

The lighting was the kind that pissed me off. Neither bright and pretty like a beautiful summer day nor glum and melancholic. Instead a subdued light like an old polaroid , but no nostalgia featured. The...