The floor was sticky, every step was short and complicated, but it was also a step closer to the seat.

He sat down heavily. The sport coat, who had left hours ago as fit as a fiddle, now was dirty and smelled like someone had vomited on it. Claudia? Yes, the beautiful girl, brown curls, had drunk too much, losing all its glamor at once stamping it in his jacket. Or perhaps it was called Sofia? No, I was sure that Sofia was the blue-eyed brunette who had the mark of the neck with his lips. Maybe it was Victoria, but she had left indignant after he left make it clear that he was there to play a while and not to find the mother of his children.

Maria, Inés, Lucía ... Several names roamed his head.

The one fact was one hundred percent sure that none of them was Alicia, and never will be.

Alicia, just because he say his name evoked to her: blonde, big blue eyes, beautiful smile and angel face. She was perfect down to the last detail.

Alex could not keep remembering without keep his eyes begin to cry, maybe had drunk too much, or too little, but the truth is that he wanted to have taken home the drunkenness of his life and all he was took was dirty laundry, and a excruciating headache.

And Alicia was still there, covering his thoughts, getting into their dreams and killing him inside.

Although, the train was empty, he tried not mourn. He believed that it was in itself a spectacle walking with those crazy looking at that hour on a weekday, he did not want to cry also as a kindergarten girl.

The PA said the next train stop. After the halt and opening door wagon, a girl came into it, did not seem the typical girl would a Wednesday party until dawn, if not rather a high school student lost after leaving the library. Alex reminded her of a colleague who had been in school with only spoke once to request two euros and would return when she could. She never did.

This story is a translation of another story that exists in fictionpress. The gradually translate. It's hard work. Thanks and sorry.