Good bye Part 4

It's been a month. He's at his usual seat at his usual bar, drinking to forget. Forget about the friend he had lost, about her family who blamed him and about all the image of her body, found days after that cursed night. He hadn't even been at the funeral because he couldn't stand it. And for the last few weeks he had been on a spiral of madness, drowning in pain and sorrow, trying to get over it. He understood her reasons, he thought he could live his life without her. But he was wrong. When she jumped, she had taken a part of him with her and now he was incomplete. There had to be a way. A way to change things...