Frank comes home from work, grabs a beer out of the fridge and sits on the couch, taking a hard, long sip.
He is, and has long been, a shell of a man. No real thoughts or feelings go through his head as he puts down the can of Budweiser. He turns on the TV, not to watch, but just to have some background noise in the lifeless apartment.
Frank has never been a man of many ambitions, going through life without any particular hopes or dreams. He was content just living, one day at a time. Those days are gone, now.
Those days...
The days of endless summer afternoons, of joys to be found at every corner, of burning curiosity about how everything worked and fit together...
The days of wandering though infinite neighbours, of sleeping over at friends, of spending allowance on Pokémon cards, video games and action figures...
The days where happiness came naturally to him...
Those days...
In the moments where he felt weak, he always has something to cheer him up. He reaches under the couch and takes hold of his precious item, which feels a bit weird yet satisfying to the touch.
Even though he rarely thinks about the future, millions of thoughts started flying through his head, making him just a little bit dizzy. Staring at it did make him feel comfortable, though he would be lying if he denied that it doesn't make him feel a bit anxious as well. It would be risky to keep this for much longer, lest it be found...
He takes another sip of Budweiser despite it being nearly empty for the last... five, ten minutes? How long has he been lost in his own thoughts, now? He couldn't quite say.
"Oh, Frankypuu~! I'm home~!"
Startled, Frank quickly put the noose back under the couch and hurried to the bedroom, where...
she is waiting for him. He could picture
her now, looking at him like a frightened turtle, trying
her best to appear seductive while disgusting him to the very core.
Maybe tomorrow.