John glanced over to the side where there was once a warm spot. Two months had passed and still, he could feel the ache in his heart. He rolled over onto the other side of the bed, hearing a laugh in his head.
He could imagine himself being pushed off of the other body. He felt tears prick the insides of his eyelids. He pushed himself up into a sitting postion, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. "John, you...have to face the day sometime." He whispered.
He glanced towards his clock, letting out a groan. He had wasted four hours already, just laying in bed, imagining the warm and laughter of the other. He shook his head sadly, looking at the small box.
"I got you something Dave..." He whispered. "I got it before you died for your birthday...now it's just been sitting here, like it has the last three months. I thought you wouldn't leave me for a long time Dave and...it just ended...just like that. I didn't want you to be gone. You should have been the one to live."
His hands shook as he looked at the package, teras dripping down his face. "Dave, why did you leave me?" He whispered as he set the package aside. He glanced up, getting up and grabbing random clothes, throwing them on.
He still had all of Dave's stuff scattered about the tiny room. And he could still smell the scent of cake on the air. There was no way he was missing his boyfriend's birthday nor would he go on without celebrating it.
He shuffled to the kitchen, pulling out a bottle of apple juice. "I love you Dave," he whispered before opening it and taking a sip, setting it down and sitting in a chair. "All the shit we been through and you leave me now...I love you...I miss you." He whispered to himself, feeling lonely and afraid of what would happen to him next. "I just wanted him..."
He glanced up as if someone had called him, someone that knew him very well. Someone that loved him in return. But no one was there, no one was ever there.