Tears Of London

Her

ERIN

It has been one month.
One month since I've seen her, the last time. In my head, Jo wasn't looking real anymore. She was a memory, like a family member we only see on the album photos.
I forced myself to fuck during that month. I had to keep on trying to forget her. Get that memory off my mind.
But sex never had been so boring. Without feelings. Without interest. Useless.
I finally had mom through the phone. She was so happy to hear me she cried. I cried too, after the call. Her voice was so comforting, so soft and familiar. I never wanted to hug her that much. I was so glad I could hear from her, as I needed to talk to someone. About anything. She told me she didn't move since I left the house, that my childhood room was still intact.
She asked me about my studies.
I lied to her to make her proud.
She asked me about my job.
I embellished it to make her proud.
She asked me if I was in love.
I told her I had a girlfriend, still to make her proud.
She doesn't need to know the truth. She's not ready to hear it.
The only thing I didn't lied about was my hobbies. And the fact I was in live, sometimes, singing for a club.
She was so happy to hear it.
So proud.
We talked for two hours and a half, until the night came.
We said goodbye to each other. The one I should have said before I left that weekend.
I slept longer that night.