Tom went back to town a few years after all the murders and incidents. The streets were dark and he was drunk, probably even on drugs as he just stumbled somewhere trough the night, hoping to maybe find his old girlfriend, you.

From time to time he passed a few houses which were burned deeply into his memories but he knew he wouldn't find you there. The streets looked dirty like before. There was no other way to find you than just walk and search since he didn't have your number anymore and he never knew your adress.

The alcohol in his body made him feel needy, like it always did. His jeans felt tight and uncomfortable, he could feel a throbbing heat, but he wasn’t that drunk or dumb to just take them off. He felt dirty since he could feel how he was sweating, even though it was so cold.

With every breath, his lungs burned from the cold air, and his face felt numb. It was starting to get even colder since it was late and he was only wearing a hoodie and a thin black jacket as he continued walking trough the dark alleys, hoping to find someone he knew or who could help him find you, his beloved girlfriend he still loved and craved, like years ago.