As the sun slowly pierced the morning sky, he wondered if he had done the right thing.

Sure, he thought while lazily stirring his coffee, no one had died.
In a physical sense.

It could take years to repair the damage done. It could take longer.

Jessica must be heart-broken.

The coffee was cold.
Dusk came.

And still, through it all, he sat there.

He could hear a siren in the distance, heralding the arrival of an ambulance destined to take some poor soul to the emergency room.

After a quick prayer for the anonymous ambulance, he went inside.

Jessica wasn’t there. But he already knew that.

As he sighed, there was a knock at the door. As he went to greet his guest he was painfully aware that so far today all he had eaten was a cup of coffee.

And a cigarette.

He opened the door.

It was one of her friends, she had come for Jessica’s things.

They made small talk, but they both avoided any real conversation.

As she left, he went back to the balcony.

He wondered if he had done the right thing.