Forty-three

It was dark when we reached home. Aldo was holding the bags for me and set it down the floor near my couch. Looking at my dining table where I have imagined his body lying on, I saw a clusterfock. It's not good. I don't want my masterpiece to be with trash. So I swept all the garbage on top of it with my hands. The wrappers, knives and bowls, all fell down the wooden floor.

There was a smile on my face as I saw the cleared table. Ahh my dear Platinum will look so beautiful on there.