Sorry this is short but I really didn't have much to go on and I figured this would work, now use the brains I know you have to figure this out and review it. This is the end and I'm sorry it couldn't be better.

He stumbled down the dark street, drunk from alcohol and sadness.

He sighed as he collapsed onto the old, dumpy couch in his less than impressive apartment.

He stroked his hairy chin, reflecting on his past and his mistakes.

He loved her. He had let her go.

He was sitting in his dump of a living space while she was out there, while his child was out there.

He had let her go and he regretted it.