Hello and Thank you for choosing to read my new story.
Some of you may had read some of my other stories, others may have not; but! I'd still like to thank you. Enjoy.
Today was the same as any other day when I am done with my work at home.
...Actually, I hadn't been able to focus on my work ever since Luka had left me for Kiyoteru. I shouldn't have been surprised during that day. It was quite obvious that she was cheating on me.
Leaving home early, coming back late...; sometimes she didn't even come back until the next day. She never even said the three words I've yearned to hear from her. ...I love you...
`I had to go to a High school Reunion.´ She says. `They made me work both regular and Graveyard shift.´ She lied. Even I knew that her job at the local bookstore didn't stay up 24-hours. They closed at eight-thirty everyday except for Sunday's. ...The store was always closed on Sunday's.
"Excuses, excuses." I mumbled beneath my breath as I sat on one of the stools at my favorite bar. My friend since elementary owned it. This was my favorite bar for three different reasons.
Number one; My friend owned it. Number two; I get free drinks when I pleased. And finally, barely anyone was here when night came. I didn't want anyone to see how much of a mess I had become in less than a month.
I stared at my reflection through the small glass cup I clutched onto as if my life depended on it.
There I saw in the vodka, a stranger. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned. Eyes blue as the sea looked so sad. Most importantly, lost. His long hair was sloppily in a pony-tail along with a visible five o'clock shadow upon his face.
(SLAM! s.f.x.) I snapped out of my daze once I saw a hand slap down on the counter in front of me.
I looked up to see a very irritated looking bluenette who goes by the name of, "Kaito". My best friend.
"What did I tell you about spewing out your depressing aura! You're making this whole place look depressing with your weird sad ass!" He then snatched the drink out of my hand and replaced it with a cup of water. "Honestly, with the type of money you make off of your poetic stories, I should start charging you twice the amount of a cup of alcohol. Shit Gakupo, I have to order another stock of Vodka because of you." He gave out a heavy sigh.
I stared at him for a couple of more seconds before I leaned my head on my hand. "Sorry." I mumbled in an audible tone. I watched as I saw two tablets drop into the cup of water.
"Look at you. You're a total wreck, Gakupo. You've grown a five o'clock shadow, your clothes is all sloppily buttoned, and the most shocking thing out of it all was that you've stopped working on your poetic stories. ...Working on those was like your life!" He slammed his towel on the counter so he could grab my attention. "Look, I'm going to have an interview with some kid whose interested in working here. So if you are going to come over tomorrow, I suggest that you clean yourself up. I don't want you scarring off my `Soon to be employee.´, and my damn customers." The bluenette had then walked over to go help another guy with a drink.
All I could do was take his words and run them through my head. I mean look at me! I went so low as to drinking my problems away, hoping that they did the next morning. ...I look as if I'm thirty-two when I'm actually Twenty-five. `Had I've really gotten so low because of that women?´ I asked myself inside my mind.
Feeling nothing but sorry for myself, I grabbed the water that had the aspirin in them and drank it down in less than three gulps.
Wiping some of the water off the side of my mouth with my thumb, I got up off the red stool and began to walk towards the exit.
As I had walked past Kaito, I had handed him a hundred. "I might be here tomorrow." Were the only words that came out of my mouth before I pushed the door open to outside.
He was right. Writing "was" part of me. And to think that I let her stop me from doing what I loved was more sickening than the alcohol inside me.
"It's time to start over, Gakupo" I whispered to myself as I begun to walk down the street.