Day One hundred and forty three - Follow the cops back home

2010 can't have been anything other than a mostly unremarkable year for me, because I remember a few things only about that year. Yes, me and Silvia were trudging on towards the inevitable end of our story, but back home what was I doing of relevance? Nothing, really. I had a few quid saved up from my time in London, so I didn't really need to find a job that fast. I found out soon after I got back that I had been placed in an incorrect tax bracket while I was living in London, and HMRC saw fit to send a not so inconsiderable sum... twice. Apparently, their initial calculations were, well, miscalculated, and they sent me money again, which is always nice. So I think I only started working around summertime - by then money was, indeed, running low, and I started looking for a job. And I found a job - and heaven knows how miserable that month was. I won't go into details, but I only worked there one month - barely putting any effort at all - just to get paid and then ghost the hell out of that place. But I'll be damned if that month didn't feel like it went on forever. The pay wasn't good, but it was enough for me to buy a somewhat crappy laptop that did pretty much everything I needed out of a computer - internet, downloading stuff, looking for jobs online. Memory does me a disservice here because there was a job I had back then that could have either been in 2010 or maybe before? But I'll hazard a guess and say that was in 2010. Another dead-end job, where I stayed for a few months only, before being asked not to come back. I hated it there, and was desperate for them to fire me. I never quite got why it took them three months or so to do it.

I visited Silvia in Switzerland a few times that year, and that September she came home for her birthday. We spent a... huh... weird day at the beach on her birthday, which had started on the wrong foot for her - she and her mother had a spat for some reason - and then she took it all out on me. It was a good day, to be sure, but a hard one as well. But it was just yet another sign of how difficult things were becoming for us. There was a marked breakdown in our communication, and affection from Silvia was becoming a rare commodity. As the year closed - literally on new year's eve - I cheated on her for the last time. To be fair, I thought we'd called it quits for good by then, things had been pretty dismal by then. An old flame of mine had recently started showing an interest on me, and I found her very hard to resist. But... the end, the true end was still to come. There would yet be one final moment for us.