Greg Stumbles out of bed, nearly falling on the ground. The light of his alarm clock blares in his face from the floor in his dark room. Unsteadily he walks into the kitchen, cringing at the sudden brightness from the sun streaming in the window, it was always its brightest at noon.
He looks around , remembering the morning a couple of days before. Nick left, or stormed out would be a better to describe it, and he cried on the floor for a while. He managed to stumble into the bathroom, and splash himself with water from the sink. He went to the kitchen, chugging the one beer left, dropping it on the ground.
And that where the shards of glass lay then, on the floor in front of the sink. He went back to the bathroom, and vomited. It felt like hours he was on the floor of the bathroom before he went to his bed and fell there.
And he stayed there for two whole days. The alarm clock taunted him from the bedside table, so he knocked it down. He was up then because he figured he couldn't hide forever, and wanted to see how far he could get out of his room.
He goes past the bathroom and into the living room. It is in the same state from when he left it. The blanket he had gotten for Nick is half off the couch and half on the floor. One of Nicks socks still lays there, probably still damp from Greg's tears.
Greg sits in front of the couch, leaning up against it. His phone, long abandoned there is flashing, warning him of several missed calls. His stomach groans, and he grabs it.
His stomach hurt, but not from sickness. It was anxiety that made his stomach churn. Nick knew his deepest and darkest secret. And frankly he wasn't sure if he would keep it himself or tell everyone who would listen. By the looks of his missed calls, everyone was calling him. He could imagine the questions, none of which he ever though he would have to answer.
"Greg!" A voice says from the other side of his door, followed by a loud series of knocking. "Answer,"
He groans, standing, because he knows the voice of Catharine Willows without having to looking at her. He opens the door, not bothering to look at his image.
She looks at him head to foot, "Greg, I've been trying to call you for days," He steps aside, letting her come inside.
"I'm so Sorry Cath, I should have told you myself, Nick and I…" He starts.
"You heard?" Catharine interrupts.
"Heard what?"
"Nick was in a car accident the other night" Catharine says, gravely, "Greg, he's dead," Greg is speechless, Catharine, tries to look him in the eye, "What is wrong Greg, you look horrible,"
He opens his mouth, he loved Nick, and was with him just a couple of days ago. Nick broke his heart the other day. But instead the tears come again. No Forgiveness. No more Nick.
Thanks guys:) i was having real trouble finding out where to go with this, and honestly i didn't ever think this would happen. But it makes a lot of sense in my head:D (trust me on this, and don't stop reading yet :D, it will continue)
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