"You'll call me again if you want company?" Valerie turned to look at Luka as he opened the door for her.
"I don't know, maybe." Why didn't she just leave? He could feel his stomach already beginning the slow roll, and he knew within minutes he'd be losing everything in it.
"That's all right, you don't have to decide now, you have my number, I left my card on the table, take care of yourself." Before he could say anything in response she slid her hand around his waist, raised up on her toes and gave him a light kiss.
"I had a good time tonight, and I hope you'll call me again." If she was surprised by his lack of response she didn't show it, and no sooner had he closed the door behind her then he fled to the bathroom.
So, it has come to this. It wasn't bad enough that he had turned to the bottle to hide from the failure his life was becoming. It wasn't even enough that he had turned away from the values that he had lived by his entire life. The reminders of how far he had fallen was all his stomach needed to send it over the edge and he sank to his knees before the toilet, holding the bowl until his knuckles whitened.
What would Danijela say it she could see him now? Would she even recognize the man he'd become? His retching only seemed to worsen as the woman who had held his heart for such a long time claimed her place in his thoughts. How could he have done this to her? To the memory of all she had meant to him? The very thought of paying a woman for her time was something he would never have imagined himself capable of, yet he had done just that. How much lower could he go, and who else was he capable of betraying in the process?