Drove off fast. His hands on the wheel sweating. Another long day gone, finished, never to come back. It was almost 3am and he kissed her goodbye at her doorstep. She stared into the darkness as his lights faded.
He got home and collapsed on his bed. It was a tiny room. A single bed occupied one of the walls. A little small window in front of the door, only the slightest bit of light crept in in the morning. There was only enough space to have a couple of shelves and a small cupboard. On his side table, 3 photos. He sat down on his bed. They were staring over him every night as he faded to sleep.