An Old Friend - I

It was dark with a few halogen lights on the ceiling - small apertures in the canvas on the ceiling letting a part of it come into the room and make things barely visible. The music at the loudest - banging of the drums and shouting of the rockstar - typical urban pub. He entered with his friends. It was a weekend. The time of the week to enjoy - relax - and be HIGH.

In the other corner of the room, in the shadows, he saw a familiar outline. He recognized but hesitated to say hello. He knew what had happened. Jef had lost her - and with her he had lost himself too. In his eyes one could see the pain which he was trying to forget in the alcohol. He had been a great guy - but where is he lost now? After a pause he couldnt see his friend like that and so he went up to him.

'Hey jef, how are you man? long time no see'

In half subconsciousness, with great difficulty he raised his brows in response to the sound. Stare - stare - stare. One affected smile. That was all he could reply with.

'Jef, seriously man - what are you doing? You have taken this far enough. Why dont you go and visit a memory surgeon?'

Jef stood up with a surge of anger - as if energy surged through his body and shouted -
'WHAT DO YOU WANT? YOU WANT ME TO FORGET HER? YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE HER? YOU THINK I AM SO WEAK? MY LOVE IS TRUE .. I WILL NEVER ...........'

Thuddd - the surge was numbed with all the alcohol in him. He fell to the ground and puked in an unconscious state.

'Lets go home Jef'

He took him to his house - with great difficulty. Jef was not a light guy. And let him sleep and wear off all the booze he had taken. He had taken up the responsibility - tomorrow was going to be the challenge. Was he prepared? He did not know - but he knew he had to do something. He spent the night thinking what to do the next day ............