Nobody stopped him.
Following him, Larisa stood, her glass in her hand and dozens of glances at her. For the first time in his life, he had nothing to say.
Outside the restaurant, the cold air of the evening hit Vasile’s cheeks. He took a deep breath and set off towards the parked car near the fence.
Mihai arrived to him before opening the door.
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Basil!
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What is it?
Do you want me to come with you?
Basil smiled tired.
- No, my friend. Tonight I have to stay a little alone.
Michael looked at him with concern.
Are you sure you’re doing well?
Basil remained silent for a few moments.
I don’t know if I’m doing well. I just know I can’t live like this anymore.
“Then you know that you have somewhere to come if you need it.
- Thank you.
They shook hands, and Basil left.
His workshop was on the outskirts of the village, in a long building with sheet metal roof and large windows. He had built it twenty years ago on land inherited from his father.
