Perhaps Goodbye is Wrong...
Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I own... um... Aw, shit... I'm sure I own something!!
Author's Note: Hi!!! I missed you all and this story is being dragged from its warm bed for the joy of a new addition! (don't ask...) Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long, but here is Collins' chapter. (Yay!!) Enjoy and tell me what you think.
~~*Collins*~~
I sighed as I walked back into my apartment, seeing morning sun filter into the main room. Benny had actually dropped me off late last night, trying to make sure I was okay before heading home to his wife. But I just hadn't been able to walk inside. It would have been admitting he wasn't there before I was ready. I ended up walking around for a few hours.
As I look around the small place, every little homey touch reminds me of Angel. God, how he loved this apartment. Every time there was a bit of extra money, he bought something else to brighten up our home. I'm really going to miss him...
The flashing light on my answering machine catches my attention, so I go over and press 'PLAY'. Mark's quiet voice fills the room and I smile sadly, able to picture the filmmaker as he tried to figure out what to say.
"Um... Hey Collins... I know that you're probably either still with Benny or sleeping or something but I just wanted to see how you were doing. Um... yeah... If you need anything or, I dunno, just call okay? Um, I won't be in for a while today, but I'll be back later so... Bye!"
The truth of what Mark was trying to say in that painfully awkward message was clear enough: If you need to talk, I'm here. He really is a nice kid. He just needs to loosen up a little. As a mechanical voice calmly tells me that I have no more messages, I drop onto my couch with a sigh.
The day after Halloween, that would make it... All Soul's Day. I can't help but smile as I picture Angel telling a bunch of other souls "Today for you, Tomorrow for me!" If anyone could keep God and the Angels singing, it was my Angel. Leopard-print tights and all. I fell asleep still picturing it.
Poor Collins!! I know that was REALLY short for how long it took me, not to mention sooo out of character, but hey! I have school. ;-P (lol) Review?
Kourin Lucrece
Disclaimer: I own... um... Aw, shit... I'm sure I own something!!
Author's Note: Hi!!! I missed you all and this story is being dragged from its warm bed for the joy of a new addition! (don't ask...) Anyway, I'm sorry it took so long, but here is Collins' chapter. (Yay!!) Enjoy and tell me what you think.
~~*Collins*~~
I sighed as I walked back into my apartment, seeing morning sun filter into the main room. Benny had actually dropped me off late last night, trying to make sure I was okay before heading home to his wife. But I just hadn't been able to walk inside. It would have been admitting he wasn't there before I was ready. I ended up walking around for a few hours.
As I look around the small place, every little homey touch reminds me of Angel. God, how he loved this apartment. Every time there was a bit of extra money, he bought something else to brighten up our home. I'm really going to miss him...
The flashing light on my answering machine catches my attention, so I go over and press 'PLAY'. Mark's quiet voice fills the room and I smile sadly, able to picture the filmmaker as he tried to figure out what to say.
"Um... Hey Collins... I know that you're probably either still with Benny or sleeping or something but I just wanted to see how you were doing. Um... yeah... If you need anything or, I dunno, just call okay? Um, I won't be in for a while today, but I'll be back later so... Bye!"
The truth of what Mark was trying to say in that painfully awkward message was clear enough: If you need to talk, I'm here. He really is a nice kid. He just needs to loosen up a little. As a mechanical voice calmly tells me that I have no more messages, I drop onto my couch with a sigh.
The day after Halloween, that would make it... All Soul's Day. I can't help but smile as I picture Angel telling a bunch of other souls "Today for you, Tomorrow for me!" If anyone could keep God and the Angels singing, it was my Angel. Leopard-print tights and all. I fell asleep still picturing it.
Poor Collins!! I know that was REALLY short for how long it took me, not to mention sooo out of character, but hey! I have school. ;-P (lol) Review?
