You too? Have you come to steal something else from me? Too bad for you that all I cared for has already been stolen; the moment is still so fresh that pain sits to share dinner with me every single night. We have mainly bad times together I have to say, when we are together the best wines taste faulty and the sweetest desserts bitter, pain is not the best companion.
Sitting on the mattress with the Television set lighting up my face, I was so absorbed by the news of a probable nuclear attack from one of our dear neighbor countries that I didn’t realize all the packing that was taking place next door. Her caramel scented presence came first and settled itself in front of me blocking the door, followed instants latter by her shaking body and her round face in tears, a rolling suitcase being dragged by her right hand, a tiny purse hanging from her left shoulder.
Understanding slapped me in the face with rage and in slow motion. Frame by frame I saw the big callous hand approaching until my cheek felt the strike.
When the words finally could come out of my mouth I said “Please don't go away, turn off the lights and come here.
"She stared at me from the bedroom door and supplied with a velvety voice "please don't follow me."
-"Take me with you. Won't you let me come? Let me ride you and show you again how it feels when we are together" I replied with warm, salty tears streaming down my face.
-She simply answered "Just wanna go home.
"-"Home is here" I whispered.
-"Home is anywhere but here" she concluded.
That last time I ever saw my angel, destination unknown forever, was when those delicate hands closed the door behind her leaving me with just myself again. She was long gone. However, all the times she laughed, the little things she said, the silly thoughts she thought stayed right here making my insides rot. The knot in my throat grew as big as a ripe apple and made it hard to breathe since then. I often see myself holding my veins in my hands, wrapping them around my neck and hanging myself from the ceiling. It has to stop. I woke up a few minutes before, feeling the terrible need to jump, to flap my arms all the way down to the ground. No need for breakfast, washing or clothes this morning, just jump.
Lost in my thoughts I almost forgot the guy next door staring at me with his mouth so open I can see his guts from here. What the hell is he looking at anyway? Has he never seen a naked man standing on a rail before?
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