“Go drown yourself somewhere!”
She’d said slamming the door in his face. The flowers he’d lovingly picked now lay amongst banana peels and toffee wrappers. He wondered if someday she would miss him.
It was high tide lit up by the full moon. The waves crashed against the rocks below him throwing up a salty spray in his face. If not for the railing he could have walked into the sea.
Someone appeared to his left.
“Repeat your order sir?”
He nodded as the bartender poured the amber liquid into his glass. He was glad he had taken her advice.
thecontradictoryoptimist
100words-Over 100stories-More than 100days 
All’s well that ends well, then!
so true..