C20 We both have scars

Slowly he moved his hands around the kettle and poured the hot water into the coffee. With a slow yet rhythmic music sounding like an ode played it's way into his ears. He paused as the events of yesterday night ran all the way up his head. He grimed and yet had a thought of satisfaction but that's not the way his little memory ended.

"Damn...Okay, let's see....don't be a bad memory