fancy design

Adam narrowed his eyes and bit his lip. This was a tough decision.

Standing by his door he stared at the three coats in front of him. His eyes scanning back and forth before landing on the left most coat.

His old coat from Detroit; worn leather and brocade. Adam stepped forward and reached out, running a hand along one embellished shoulder before letting his fingers trail down the length of the leather sleeve. Adam grabbed a hold of the cuff, bringing the leather to his nose. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

Dependable, comfortable, familiar.

Memories swirled around Adam of another, better, time and place. He lingered in them for a moment before opening his eyes.

Adam let out a noisy breath, turning his head to the next coat.

His new coat from Acronym; a multitude of hidden pockets and fancy features designed to exacting specifications. He brushed his open hand down the front of the coat, exploring the unfamiliar contours underneath before grasping one lapel and pulling it aside to reveal the fleur-de-lis patterned lining inside.

Adam raised an eyebrow and nodded. That was sharp; that he liked.

Adam let the Acronym coat fall closed and he turned his attention to his last coat on the far left.

His not-so-standard issue Task Force 29 coat. Almost a hybrid between his two other coats; the gold filigree shoulder pattern and leather grain material an echo of his trusted Detroit coat, but the design and function near identical to his new Acronym one. Adam pursed his lips as he traced the gold pattern across the breast of the coat. It was classy, but it was loud.

Adam sighed and stepped back to take in all three of his treasured coats. 

A tough choice indeed, but it had to be made…

Adam pulled his Acronym coat from its hanger, swung it around his shoulders and slid his arms into the sleeves in one swift motion. He gave his shoulders a shrug and ran his hands down his chest, clipping the coat’s strap closed by his waist.

Adam glanced back into his apartment briefly, cleared his throat, and then stepped out his door; closing it behind him.

A new day, a new mission, a new coat. 

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.