The Main Course
By: JHD
Author's Note: Nintendo owns all the rights to Super Smash Brothers and its content, and all its characters.
Prologue
I was happy. I had a job that paid decently, not too little, but enough to be comfortable. I was a writer for the local newspaper, and I had my own column entitled, "JHD's Jabberin'!" where I would discuss anything, from past relationships to the politics of the day, and it was very successful. And I had Luigi. Luigi was the perfect main. He was handsome, with a moustache that could shelter me from all of life's storms, capable enough to carry me through Hell's gates, and strong, inside and out. He was everything that I needed. He was a plumber for the city, and a good plumber at that. Luigi and I had an apartment in the complex near the city park that was small, but cozy, if anything. There was a single bedroom and bathroom, which we shared, a small living room, and a kitchenette. We were comfortable.
We spent our days pleasantly. I worked from our apartment, writing my columns and sipping hot mugs of tea while I worked. Luigi had a more conventional job, nine to five. He would leave early in the morning before I woke up and give me a peck on the lips on his way out. Often times, I would wake up within an hour of his departure, leaving me with the perfect amount of sunshine and something missing inside my heart. I would take my seat on the balcony to write with my computer. The sun shined on it perfectly, combatting the morning chill and providing a gentle warmth at the same time. It was almost like he was still here. I would send in my column to the newspaper online after I finished, and make my way to the diner and coffee shop combo just down the street from the complex. I'd eat a simple lunch and spend a few hours reading and listening to music. I would make my way back to the apartment around 4:30.
We would embrace passionately when he returned. It was always exciting to see him again. He normally smelled pleasantly, as he always showered before he came home. From there we would prepare dinner together, often an Italian dish such as spaghetti and meatballs. After that we would watch Netflix and movies together on the couch of our small living room. The genres differed. Sometimes it would be a romantic comedy, other times a spooky thriller. Really, we watched everything together. We did everything together. We didn't spend much time apart from each other. And we were happy.
At least we were. The problem arose around six months after we started dating. I have a past, you see, and in this said past I lacked common sense and self-control. I went around the entire city finding mains and choosing them as often as my heart wanted, which was very often, considering I had never had a serious main before. And I wanted to believe that every main was serious at the time. Of course, they weren't. I had a long track record of finding a main and leaving them within a short amount of time. Leaving mains as quickly as I did wasn't healthy for both them and myself, but I did it anyways. I was young. You couldn't really expect much from a kid like myself. If only I had considered our emotions more closely, this whole situation would've been avoided…