The house looked desolate, cold, and barren just like his life. There was a time when the house was full of life, full of memories of them laughing, and making love. Now everywhere he looked, he only saw a sad Sofia who didn't need her. He knew he was hallucinating. Sofia wasn't here with him. Going straight to the bar, he picked up a bottle of whiskey and straight poured some down his throat. He needed it badly to forget the bitterness, the emptiness in his life. There wasn't anything without Sofia. If he didn't have her in his life, his life didn't have any meaning at all.

"Sofia," he...