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Stefan Hastings

@firemeetgasohol

My memory refused to separate the lies from truth and search the past my mind created. But it's time to face my fears and to fight. RP

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-- What was I thinking? My wife was still mad at me and it would take time before we could talk calmly again. All this time away --

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-- didn’t change anything, she is still worried I could go back to my old self. Two years of rehab and now the loneliness of this place. --

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-- Some doubts and worries appeared, what if during the night I lose it, what if my old demons come back? Will I be strong enough --

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-- to resist to the sweet temptation of giving up? I shook my head at these thoughts. I finished my glass of water and placed it --

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-- in the sink to wash it later and decided to go for a shower. The bathroom has always been my favorite place in this house. --

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-- I striped down and I stepped into the shower, toes flinching as they touched the chilled tiles floor. My mind was in shreds; --

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-- between doubts about myself and my relationship with my wife. I turned the tap on, releasing thousands of lukewarm drops, --

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-- my muscles tense under the warm droplets of water. I was engrossed with the water cascading down my body and massaging my muscles. --

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-- The sensation of the steamy water was calming me; it was taken my mind of things. After few minutes of standing still under the water, --

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I quickly washed my hair and body before turning the water off. I grabbed a white cotton towel and wrapped it around my waist.] #EndOfSolo

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[Once I left the bathroom, I walked towards the kitchen where I left my bag on the wooden table and inhaled the fresh cut grass breeze --

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-- and made my way to the bedroom to quickly changed into a blue cotton check Shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans and some leather --

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-- boots. Being confined in the four walls of this house was too much for me. I needed to be outside, after two years of being imprisoned --

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-- in the rehab centre. I opened the door and walked out. Taking the direction of the covered slip boat dock with a dual boat lifts. --

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-- I walked on the wooden pontoon and sat down, kicked my boots off and placed them next to me. I rolled up my jeans slightly before --

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-- immersing my feet in the lukewarm water from the lake. My palms down on the balmy timber, my eyes closed, I listened to the lapping --

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-- water. Nothing seems important anymore, my mind was blank, I was breathing like the psychologist told me to do when I was feeling --