Tears slowly cascade down my cheeks as I clutch the empty whiskey bottle to my chest, thinking that it would somehow mend my broken heart. I needed more; I needed to completely drink away my sorrows. I sit on my bed, my make-up is smudged and every few second a sob would escape my lips. 'Why? Why now?' My sobs echo throughout the room. 'Why did he leave me right after she died? Doesn't he know I need him?'
"Kuza... Please understand."
"How do you expect me to understand, Chris? You're leaving me!"
"Kuza! I have to go! I would take you if I could, but I can't, alright? I just can't."
"I wish you were here by my side."
Flashes of heat. Sweet bliss. Sweat, slick skin, sliding together. Lovely little nothings, thrown carelessly into the air and blown away with the wind as he left.
"It's hard to think when losing someone just makes you wanna scream."
Loud, long moans. Sweaty, tangled hair. Rumpled bed sheets. Hot kisses. Salty tears. But, as I've come to learn, all god things must come to an end.
My tongue is weak, and every time I try to speak I can't say nothin' at all.
Whispered goodbyes. Sweet hugs. Long kisses. Flying dust.
I'll down a few drinks just to drain the pain away.
"Sleep well, my friend. There will be another moment we'll meet again."
It's ripping me apart on the inside, and I can't take it anymore. I'm afraid that, because he's gone, I'll do something stupid. I don't trust myself without him.
More tears slide down my face as I think 'I just don't understand. He knows that I need him. I need him'. More sobs come to lips.
'I need him.'