"I thought you said that you would let anything get in your way...".

"I didn't let anything, I let someone.".

Silence followed, it allowed the crackles of the fire in front of us to fill the air.

Next, he motions his hand towards his pocket before pulling out a worn out photo. Creases and folds rule the photo, both horizontally and vertically.

"I let her get in my way..." He says under his breath.

Once again, silence followed.

"How old was she?... If I may ask?" I ask him.

He looks up at me, I notice the way his eyes are bloodshot. Although, his eyes are not too red, I can still see a light rose colour around his pupils and iris. The reason I can only assume is tiredness.

"She was twenty-six..." He replies, still looking at me.

"How old are you again?" I ask him. I see his eyes on me, causing me to wonder whether I should have even asked him that question.

"What's my age of any relevance to this?" He asks, I notice annoyance in his tone. One thing I managed to pick up about this man is that he gets angered and annoyed pretty easily.

"I... I don't know" I say, before I divert my gaze down to the dirt in front of me.
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