"Son."
"Son"
"Son"
The old man called as he walked into the apartment, it wreaked of alcohol and was an absolute mess. He wondered what was going on with the young man but at the same time, he knew what exactly it was.
Yet he never expected to see the place upside down, papers discarded at certain places and a smell that was so horrid he was afraid that he had walked into someone else place.
Maybe even junkies.
The sound of someone snoring was the one to get his attention. So when he turned to found the young man, laying awkwardly on the sofa with empty bottles of brandy, he finally understood where the smell came from.
He hadn't even changed from two days ago, how would he work on his final day? I don't even think he realized what day it was.
