As Soul sat at the table, waiting for his friends to arrive, he sipped his drink. Straight vodka. It burned his throat, but he kept drinking. Maybe it would all go away. But the cruel earth kept spinning, and time still moved forward. So, his friends arrived. They sat around and talked, just like old times. Nobody really wanted to address the elephant in the room. There was one important person missing from the tight group of since high school friends.
Elizabeth Thompson. His former fiance. Or, as he should say, his LATE fiance. Yes, you heard right. LATE. Liz was dead. Dead as a sack of bodies. Dead as... No. The thoughts were a downward spiral. So, instead, he just kept drinking.
And drinking. And...drinking.
Soul sputtered awake, head pounding. Bad hangover. Jeez. Then he remembered the previous night. SO MANY DRINKS. Tsubaki, Black*Star, Kid, Patti and him had sat at the bar. They had ended up talking about it. Her death. So, Soul drank even more. Straight vodkas. Got him drunk real fast. Good thing too. He could barely remember it. So he couldn't relive that conversation. But he remembered the start. They had all talked about how it had affected them, Liz dying. Huntington's Disease was what it was called. A severe neurodegenerative disease. First, it changed the way you thought. Changed your personality a bit, made you dumber. Then, rigidness of the body and... seizures. But first it had to take away Liz's beautiful mind. Suddenly, she didn't understand her own art anymore. She didn't have a filter. Sometimes, she would forget certain things. Like where she was born, where she put her house keys, she even forgot how to hold a brush... She started losing her mind, in a way, with her mood swings, the aggression, the sudden thoughts of suicide. Before it killed her, it had to everything that she was from us. It had to start as we were planning our wedding. Why me? Why us?
But, you must realise, it wasn't just him whose life had been shattered by Liz's death. Kid, and his girlfriend, Patti, were... reclusive now. They never really went out since the funeral. Last night was a rare occasion. Patti was Liz's little sister, so it wasn't hard to tell why her death had hit hard. Kid's case? Well, Kid and his rich father had been the ones who had put Liz and Patti's lives back together. A long time ago, the Thompson Sisters were a force to be reckoned with on the streets, but it was an empty life,and it was very hard on the two. Somehow, Kid had gotten them to straighten their lives out and Kid was very important to them. They were always together, and even lived in the same giant house. WERE is the key word there. They were. Just like the close group of friends. They WERE close. The the funeral, and they didn't hang out as often. They were all still mourning, heavily.
Right now though, things were peaceful in the quiet house. And it was the times of quiet that he remembered his best moments with her. Like a greatest hits track of his memories of her. Of Liz.