I had cut, edged, blown, and cleaned the grass off the mower in under ninety minutes. Now bored, I looked over at Mrs. Barnes’ and old Mr. Jones’s...houses, they were usually out puttering around in their yards this time of day. Since both seemed to not be home, I went over to cut, trim, edge, and blow their sidewalks too. Both always insisted they weren’t too old to do their own yard work, even if it did take them the better part of a week to do it. By then it was time to start doing it all over. "Figures. I can't even go to a bar to help me forget" I whispered to no one in particular. Remembering the reason I was here reignited the ache I felt in my heart, which was slowly creeping through the rest of my body. Taking a long swig of my beer, I almost missed the soft sounds of someone sitting down next to me. Not feeling up to socializing with someone new, I kept my attention on the rest of the bar."Some things are not meant to be forgotten" came the second sweetest voice I had heard in. So again I started spying on her and few couple of days passed and I couldn’t see anything despite of few efforts from the workers trying to talk to my sister making the issue of the mangoes. I could see her getting excited whenever they tried talking to her. I had to maintain specific gap so as to avoid being caught by my younger sister, that’s why I could not exactly figure out what they were talking about. The next day I tried to get even closer to where she would normally sit. I could see. His angel…and he’d yelled at her. He’d been so scared when she’d run out of the apartment and left her phone behind, but he shouldn’t have yelled. That was inexcusable and lately he’d been blowing up for any stupid reason. It was those fucking pills. Getting up with a wince, he stalked to one of the bathrooms outside their recording room. He unscrewed the top to the bottle of pills and poured them into the toilet. ‘Christ! Are you insane? What are you doing?’ Michael exclaimed ripping the.