Corbin Matthews, 23 y/o

Age: 23
Occupation: Fast food employee
In five years: Being a carpenter
Favorite movie: Beetle Juice

A stroke on the top of the staircase, still he came down with grace.
This was the house they built together as a last goodbye.
And now it was his, with his father still haunting the place.
A chill everytime he went up the stairs,
it was a comfort like no other.

On his first date with the girl, she drew a portrait of him on his napkin.
This was three weeks ago.

In the bathroom, shaving, he told his father "I think you'll like this one".
Putting on cologne, "I know you always had a soft spot for the artsy ones".

On their second date he told her about his father, about the house.
About his secret-secret cancer. She asked him, "Aren't you mad at him?".

He had set the table before for leaving work. When he came home, all greased
up with french-fries fat, he stepped on glass-shards shattered all over the floor.

Was he mad at him?
At times like these he was.

The house was cold tonight, halfway through his glass of bravery-wine, waiting for her to arrive, he had to put on another sweater.
"I swear, sometimes you're so fucking stubborn".