Dan P.O.V.
I leaned back and allowed my aching back to be soothed by the cold concrete. Phil's broken down face and teary eyes carved their way from my mind and all the way down to my heart, tearing it in two.
Why did you have to do that Dan? Why did you have to be so stupid? I thought.
I tried standing up but my mind was so clouded by the alcohol that I had to grab onto the stop sign.
I stumble onto the street, making my way across the worn, cracked pavement. All I could see was his face. His lips as he told me off. His eyes of disbelief and anger, the fire inside them made me sick.
My knees gave out beneath me and I tumbled to the ground. My fists made contact with the ground as sobbing tears made streaks down my face. Bloody hands were the least of my worries now. I screamed and pounded and cried until my throat went dry, my hands were numb, and my eyes had run out of tears.
I crumpled on the ground, and rolled to lie on my back.
I've lost him. I've fucking lost him now and there is no way he's ever coming back.
I've heard people say before that a drunk person is like a robot. They have no filter to what they say and they don't feel anything. The former is true but the latter I could feel right now. Waves of anger and loss and love and shame washed over me. And as I laid there on the street, silent tears making rivulets on my cheeks, now, slipping down through my hair and to my ears, I looked up at the sky. Oh, what a beautiful sky is was.
His face was in the stars as I watched one streak across my vision.
I just want you back, I just want you to forgive me and for this to all be over.
Lost in my thoughts.
Lost in the stars and terrestrial planets that were so far out of reach but wishing on one seemed to make it possible.
I heard the light thumping of footsteps not too far off.
I concentrated on those footsteps. Thump Thump Thump
It felt as if I was lying there in the intersection, but I was not connected to my body, but floating along beside it, lost in the thought of oblivion.
The white light that shown in my left eye and on the bridge of my nose did not register until I hear the ear piercing screech of hastily applied brakes.
And the heartbreaking feeling as Phil's face in the stars was pulled away from my sight.
