Marcy heard him through the door, as she crumbled against it. Her chest felt heavy and for a moment she wondered if she was having some sort of attack. '
She wasn't naive. She knew they were going to break up. It didn't take a genius. But that really didn't make her feel any better.
Neither did cussing Adam out in the hallway. Marcy knew he wasn't using her. But it kind of felt like he was. In some warped way.
Like if he knew he was going to end why not do it after the terrorist incident? Why let her coo and worry over him if he was just going to break her fucking heart two weeks later?
She tried to inhale but it got caught in her throat. She gasped and she finally let the sobs that had been haunting her through out the day win.
*ring*
"Are you fucking kidding me?" She mumbled, trying to stop her breathing as she looked at the caller I.D. She groaned at the name.
"What do you want, Kiki?"
"Don't call me that!" Kira growled, "Look I was just wondering if you're leasing your apartment?"
"Yeah," She held the phone away from her ear as she bit back another sob. "Why?"
"Well, my agency is opening a branch in New York and I was thinking I could stay there."
There was a brief pause. "I don't know Kire, it's not exactly-"
"Look, Marce, I need a place, and you got one. If it's any worse than your last place I'll just paint it or something, alright?!" Kira snapped, bellowing into the receiver.
"Fuck off, Kira."
*click.*
Marcy wasn't in the mood to deal with her sister's immaturity. It began to ring almost immediately after, but the young woman simply reached down and unplugged it.
She could deal with her tomorrow.
-
Adam's apartment had two windows. One in the kitchen and one in his bedroom.
His blue eyes stared at the snow as he sat on his bed. Finding it suddenly cold and empty, he couldn't bring himself to sleep there. He gathered up his blankets and moved to the couch.
He flicked on his radio, and the soft sounds came out of its speaker.
A coma might feel better than this,
attempting to discover where to begin.
You're weighed down, you're full of something.
Of sickness, and desertion.
You're weighed down, you're full of something,
you're underneath it all.
Adam sighed; even the fucking radio was channeling Marcy.
So say goodbye to love,
and hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
He wrapped himself in the blanket as he looked around the room.
"Hop damnit hop!" Her head rolled back as she sighed.
Hoping a better place is all I need,
with moments of innocence and mystery.
Oh, it's the little things you miss.
"So, tell me 'bout your mom." Marcy tilted her head as he ran his fingers through her hair.
Like waking up all alone.
Oh, it's the little things you miss,
when you're underneath it all.
Adam blinked as he felt the warm tears slick down his face.
So say goodbye to love,
and hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.
All your friends seem like enemies
when you're broken down and empty.
All your friends seem like enemies
when you're broken down and empty.
Fucking Mac. Why the hell- Adam shook his head. He should've asked her to stay! God, why the hell did he have to listen to Mac?! What the hell did Mac know about women!? He plucked the phone off the reciever and punched in Marcy's number.
"Come on, pick up, pick up…"
"Hello you've reached-"
*click*
So say goodbye to love,
and hold your head up high.
There's no need to rush
we're all just waiting, waiting to die.