The pitter patter of rain hit the pavement, a rare calm in the streets of the city, only to be interrupted by a sucking sound as a portal opened up, knocking over a garbage can in the alley. The rhythmic clatter of tap shoes hopped onto the cement, a foot caught the spinning garbage can lid perfectly on its side. The Meister continued to whistle and trot across the street, lazily as he retraced Gene Kelly’s famous steps through the puddles. A bow to the door of the apartment building before swinging it open with keys around his fingers. A nod and a hop to the security guard who merely rolled his eyes and went back to his newspaper. His feet never stopped moving as he waited for the elevator, and a poor old woman leaving to walk her shih tzu found herself - and her dog - being spun out of the elevator with a twirl when the doors opened.
Whistling turned to humming when the keys opened the door to the apartment. There’s no place like home, he chuckled again at the thought. He could hear the TV on in the living room and made to quietly remove his shoes and jacket. The aches were starting to settle in from one too many punches, but hey, it was worth it. He flopped down on the couch and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the table.
“So, who was it this time? Squabbling shut ins? Imminent divorcees? Star-crossed lovers?”
“Yeah, something like that.”
“All in a days work, Mr. Anderson, hmm?”
“All in a days work, Mr. Hummel.” The two shared a knowing look before snorting into laughter.
Blaine enjoyed this new turn in their lives far too much. “Okay, enough about work, what’s on TV tonight?”
i am so very sorry for all the mistakes, but i hope you will like it anyway!
The rays of the sun pierce through the thin beige curtains, sky is
light blue, birds are singing, people are laughing and arguing over Americans’
choice of a new president. Brick starts barking as he sees the birds sitting on
the balcony porch – they annoy the shit out of him. Poor dog.
You don’t want to open your eyes but it’s pretty late
and you know you have to get up soon. You feel lazy these days, when she’s not
around. You don’t really know what to do with yourself. Recording an album,
writing new book, even going to the gym seems aimless. You wish she was here,
right there in the bathroom. Taking a hot shower, thinking of a night of steamy
and loud sex. Memorizing your hands on her body, the way you grabbed her ass,
touched her breasts, licked her pussy. If she was there, she would have
probably made herself come at the thought of you. You sigh deeply, thinking of
her thinking of you in the shower. And you don’t want to get up.
It doesn’t smell like her anymore. Everything seems
different after she’s gone. You don’t smell fresh coffee that’s waiting for you
to be drank. You don’t smell the flowers she used to buy to make your apartment
a little more girly. You don’t smell her shampoo or body lotion that you
personally love so damn much. And you don’t smell her – the sweetest scent that
you’ve ever experienced in your life. Something so perfect, that belongs just
to her. Your favorite thing in the world. God, you miss her so much.
As you get up, make yourself a cup of coffee, you step
out on a balcony and you enjoy the view of New York waking up. You smile but it’s
bitter because nothing feels good anymore. Things will never be the same since
she’s gone. You think of smoking a cigarette but you know she hates it. Although
she smoked a lot more than you did, she never liked you smoking. “It looks hot
but it’s killing you”, she used to say. So you don’t smoke because you don’t
have to look hot anymore. And cigarettes don’t have to kill you – loneliness does.
You think of the days when she was around and the
tears start streaming down your face. You’re such a pussy for crying over a
But she’s not just another girl. She’s not just
anything. She never was. Although there were times when you didn’t respect her,
didn’t look at her the way she wanted you to, didn’t talk to her, you’ve always
loved her. And even when you were fucking other women and when you were telling
them you love them, you were thinking of her. Of her pale skin, red hair, deep
blue eyes and perfect lips. You knew it – you could never stop thinking of her
because she’s your whole life. That’s why you’re crying now – because she’s not
And you have high hopes that one day she’ll be back.
She’ll stand in your door with that beautiful smile. Her eyes will be smiling,
too. And they’ll be filled with joy and pure love. And you’ll just take her
into your arms and never let her go ever again. Because she’s all yours and you
have to do everything that’s possible to keep her by your side.
You think of the ring that’s inside of your jeans
pocket. You picked it just for her but you couldn’t find the right words, then
the right time to ask her to marry you. Now you regret it. Because maybe, just
maybe she would have said yes.
Finally, you make a decision. You grab your phone and
call her. She picks up after the forth signal, she was probably trying to make
a dinner for her boys. Her voice seems very happy when she says hello.
“I miss you.” You tell her and sighs. You can tell
that she’s smiling but the tears come to her eyes. “I miss you like crazy
Gillian. I can’t live without you.”
“David…” she tries to interrupt you but you don’t let
“Don’t David me. I miss you. Maybe I’m crazy but I
fucking miss you and I can’t be without you anymore. I mean, I can but I don’t
want to. It’s too damn hard, you know? I can’t stand you leaving me again. We
have to be together, Gill.” You don’t care that you’re crying like a baby now.
She’s all that matters.
“Dave, I love you.” She whispers, like she was scared
to admit that. “I love you so much. And I don’t want to live without you, too.
But we have to, for some time. Just few more weeks, okay? Will you hold on just
few more weeks? I’ll be back and I promise, I won’t leave you this time.” She’s
crying now, too and you hate yourself for making her cry.
You nod at her words, you really want to believe her
because why would she lie to you? She would never do that. You smile through
your tears and you promise yourself that you won’t make her cry again and you
won’t break down.
“I think it’s time, Gill.” You say quietly. She knows
exactly what you’re talking about – that’s why she waits for you to start
talking again. “You and I both know that we’re the finish line. We love each
other so much and we don’t want to be with someone else. That’s why I think we
should go public.”
“You really think so?” She seems like she doesn’t believe
your words. “Are we ready for it?”
“Of course we are.” You say and smile. “We are
stronger now, more than ever. I love you and I know that you love me too. This
is our moment, Gillian. You and I.”
“Okay.” She whispers and smiles, too.
You talk a little more and you become happy again.
Nothing bothers you anymore because you know that she’ll be back. Maybe you
have to wait few more weeks but she will be back.
And although you know that you won’t go public and she
won’t stay forever now, you both will try. And one day everything will come