Maximus

I sat in the chair, staring blankly at the papers on my desk, having finished the second packet of cigarettes and moving on to the third one. It was a daily mundane routine—manage paperwork, get through the burdening hours of each day, and finally, drink myself to sleep. Leonardo's routine wasn't any better.

Seven years.....

Seven fucking years and thirty-five days, it was as if she'd just disappeared into thin air, as if she never existed in the first placem, as ...