One boot was left at the back of the yard just one item reminded him of her.
All her belongings were taken and so was she. He tried to recollect how long ago it was but time never had been his strongest memory. Brains? It felt as if what was left in his head was more like a thick, boiling porridge. It was impossible to think with it.
As soon as he closed his eyes he saw darkness and after a while the little lights showed. At first tiny spots, next they grew and moved.
"Shine a little light on me", he mumbled.
As he opened his eyes he kept seeing them. Fireflies? No! These lights had more in common with falling stars, better meteorites.
They were after him, tried to hit him.
It all happened so fast. He was pulled down. Back then he started drinking _not_ long before like they said. Who were they anyway and why did no one ever search for her? She was real as real as he was not a made up character by a sick or drunk brain. Someone took her, grabbed her out of his life in a way that made no one believe him.
Once back home the house didn't only feel empty but was nearly empty. Just some basic furniture was left like his chair.
There it was where he spent most of the day and night. Staring out of the window keeping an eye on the backyard, the tiny boot close to his heart and a bottle in his hand.
"Cheers, little girl. I hope those who took you care as much as I did."
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