The loud pour of the hard liquor filled the tiny quiet room. Next to the glass was an array of colorful pills that varied in sizes. Butch fastened his flask before he downed all the pills at once, which he chased down with the liquor. He rested his head on the pillow and sighed. His fist was still bloody from earlier. Luckily someone stopped him before he could go too far. Butch headed off to his bed to ponder on what he had done. The warmth of his bed persuaded Butch to fall asleep until the buzz of his phone startled him awake. He reached for his phone, knocking it over onto the ground.
"Fuck." He whispered to himself as he reached to retrieve his phone.
Right next to his phone was a small reflective surface. Butch picked up the small object only to find that is the missing half of the pair of diamond earrings. He knew exactly who it belonged to and it took everything in him to keep him from crushing it entirely. But at the same time, he wanted to hug the earring near his chest and fall asleep. He placed the earring into his pocket before he went to pick up his phone.
The phone was still buzzing, one notification after another. He turned on the screen and saw her name right there.
Of course, it was her. Why wouldn't it be her? Isn't it bad enough, he already had to see her this morning? All he could think about was the screaming and the arguing from this morning. The dent in the wall was deep with dry blood. Butch bit his lip and faced the ceiling. In his pockets, he clutched the earring as tightly as he could.
Soon he remembered her sweet cherry scent. Her gaze was as cold as ice, but her smile was as warm as the sun. His hands would brush ever so gently in her silky red hair. Those nights where they'd stay up all night texting and laughing. Cold nights in an empty lot. His back on the windshield and his hand on her thigh. Her cherry chapstick fading, her rapid heartbeat was loud enough for Butch to even hear. After each kiss, she says one more before I go, but is pulled back in. He twirls his hands in her hair and holds her tight. In what universe would that be considered a mistake. She didn't even try, she could have at least tried. He opened the texts which said:
"Butch"
"I think I lost an earring at your place"
"Can you look for it?"
To which he replied, as he held the earring tightly in one hand,
"Haven't seen it."