SKYFALL

Chapter 2: What is love??

Robbie's p.o.v

"Call your girlfriend

It's time you had the talk

Give your reasons

Say it's not her fault

But you just met somebody new."

My fingers gently string my guitar, making the melody come out soft and majestic as my soft voice drifts perfectly with the rhythm.

"Tell her not to get upset, second-guessing everything you said and done.

And then when she gets upset tell her how you never meant to hurt no one.

Then you tell her the only way her heart will mend is when she learns to love again.

And it won't make sense right now but you're still her friend. And then you let her down easy. "

I softly sing along the melody. When I play and sing, I totally lose the world. There's nobody else but me and the love of my life, Abby; my guitar.

"Call your girlfriend

It's time you had the talk

Give your reasons

Say it's not her fault

But you just met somebody new."

I let my guitar stream the last note, and then I silently smile down at my girl. Yes my guitar is the only girl that I have loved. It's not that I'm ugly or anything! I'm actually a pretty decent guy. I just don't believe in love. I don't believe in all the butterflies in your stomach, or that warm feeling that spreads around your body when you're near your 'Other half' or the electrical current you feel when you touch that somebody. I think that all that is just invented to make you feel in love with love, and what is love anyways? Who decided that you need to be in 'Love' with someone else? I think that I can do fine all by myself, and I like it like that. Now why do I feel like this? Aren't my parents in 'love'? Nope! To be honest I don't think they ever were, because if they were they would be marry right now and not in the middle of a divorce. And yes divorces happen all the time! I know that. Or maybe the love faded? Or maybe sometimes love isn't enough. It wasn't enough for my dad to stop and think before he cheated on my mom, or enough for him to stay and not leave with his whore. Which brings me to my point, who needs love?

It also brings me to the place I now live. After my mom found out about my dad's whore, she decided to move back to place where she grew up. We use to live in London, all of my life that's all I ever knew! and I've loved it there! and now I am force to live in America and be the new kid with the British accent. Yay me! Please notice my sarcasm.

"Robbie! Breakfast is ready!"

"Coming mother." I shout then I put Abby back in her case gently. I skip down the stairs and take a left turn into the kitchen.

"Morning, mother."

I kiss her on her cheek and she warmly smiles back. She takes a sip of her wine glass; I only turn my head to face something else besides her. It's only seven-twenty and she was already drinking. Another thing that 'Love' did to her.

My mother use to be the perfect mother, she was caring, lovable, and like most mothers had rules; not being late for super, letting her know where and with who I was with, common things like that, but lately those rules have gone out the window. Now I can just tell her I won't be back for two years and she would agree no questions asked. She also drinks very, very often and her smile is not the same, her eyes no longer shine and it hurts to know that no matter what I do, I just can't make it better.