My lungs filled with water as I struggled just to breathe, but I could feel my body continuing to lose this fight. The fight for my life.
Flashback
I threw my old beaten leather black jacket on the ground as I walked through the front door of my lonely apartment. Once I threw myself on the couch, I grabbed my remote from the coffee table and turned off the lights. As I sat in pure darkness, the thoughts of Miley played through my mind. The fact that she's with someone else hurts more then knives could cut. The truth that someone else makes her happy burns more then fire itself. It's slowly breaking me apart and every second I'm losing the pieces from my heart. I wish I could go back and change everything, I wish she was mine again.
The shadow of my piano caught my attention and I slowly dragged myself to it. I pulled out the bench and took a seat while lifting up its cover. I ran my fingers along the keys until I hit a cord. The beautiful sound it made caught my attention as I played it again and again. That's when the words came to me like waves to the shore. It was almost perfect.
Within 15 minutes the song was written. I wrote down the last word and cord, then took the sheet music in my hand. I pulled it up my mouth as I knew what I should do. I saw on Twitter that Miley is going to be at a club with Liam. This is my last chance to show her how much I screwed up.
Once I got into my car I looked at myself through the rear view mirror. The bags under my eyes showed proof that I haven't slept in three days, there was no hiding it. As I drove to the club, the lyrics to my song replayed in my head. I knew this is what I have to do, I have to beg her to come back. Or else the only thing left of me will be the song that was never sung.
Current time
My body was becoming too weak to get my foot out from under the wheel of my car. I was trapped as the car floated on the surface. So this is it? This is how it's going to end? After pouring my heart out, this is what I get? Why must God punishment me? I thought I was doing everything right by making myself vulnerable. I guess that wasn't enough.
Flashback
The moment I walked through those doors, my eyes met Miley's across the room. Out of the 50 or so people in this huge club just outside of West St. She wore a beautiful pink rippled dress that went down to her knees. Liam stood be hide with his arms tightly around her chest. The fact that out of all these people I could've locked eyes with, it had to be her's. I quickly turned away and went towards the bar in the corner. I order a small raspberry Cocktail and took a seat on the bar stool. In a matter of minutes, I felt the touch of an angel, but I didn't dare look her way. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, her taking a seat next to me.
"Hey Nick, long time no see. How are things going for you?" I wanted to speak, to say something, but I couldn't.
I took a drink as her hand touched my right hand that laid on the counter. "You don't have to say anything, I understand what you must be feeling. I wish there was something I could do, but I'm happy with what I have now." Her words stung as I closed my eyes trying to un hear what I just heard. The hand that she touched caused it to shake as I tried to pull myself together. She took ahold of it then pulled it up to her lips, slightly kissing it. "I better get going, it was nice to see you. I really hope the best for you." After her final words I was left alone with my song continuing to play through my head. I turned around and a black grand piano caught my uninvited attention. Without even thinking I made my way to the owner who was talking to some customers. I used to play here all the time, so he knows me very well. I whispered something in his ear and nodded his head. Once I made my way backstage, the lights flickered off and once again everything was in pure darkness. I heard the commotion of others as I slowly made my way to the piano. I knew the steps by heart as I counted down until I knew it was right in front of me. I pulled out the bench and opened the cover. I pulled the microphone to my mouth and placed my hands upon the black and white keys which to me, just looked black.
