RANDAVE
Shit.
Just shit.
What was I thinking?
Or more like, why was I not thinking?
I shouldn't have said that, I should not have talked at all.
"Ahhhh" I shouted, "Oi! Your not the only one living here!" I jumped at the sound. My eyes stared at the wall where it come from. After staring at the wall, I groaned and sat down on the floor.
What happened?
To me?
To you?
To us?
To everyone?
I didn't mean for any of this to happen.
I'm sorry.
It was all my fault.
If only, If only I didn't succumb to my anger that day.
If only, I listened to you first.
If only, I didn't act so irrational.
Then perhaps, perhaps.........
I wouldn't have live here on my own.
I wouldn't have felt so far way.
I wouldn't need to hide.
I wouldn't need to lie.
I wouldn't need to pretend that I'm okay.
That I've moved on.
Because I know, it was all me.
It was all my fault.
If only,
You would still be here.
March 13, 2023
"Love" I whispered as my arms went around her waist. She jumped at my touch but it was immediately masked with a giggle. "How are you?" she asked, turning around to face me. I smiled at her as we shared a simple kiss. "Better now that I'm with you" I felt butterflies as she laughed.
God, what did I ever do deserve such a beautiful angel?
"Your drooling again, love" she giggled. "Such beauty is worth every admiring" I breathed making me smirk at the sight of her cheeks gaining color. "I didn't know your such a poet" Francine said quietly. "Neither did I"
Our laughter filled the closed classroom. As my hands dropped to her side and her hands hands found their way to my shoulders, I felt happy, content, with the best person that ever walked into my life.
Slowly, I leaned in, capturing her lips with mine. She seemed surprise at first but eventually followed my lead. I felt sparks where my skin met hers. I could feel my heart thumping as Francine relaxed in my arms.
I don't know how long we spent savouring each other's lips but when we broke apart, we were seated at the back of the classroom with our back against the wall. Francine's cheeks were bright red and her hair was disheveled. Our breathing was shallowed as we calmed down. "You look like crap" she finally said when she glance at me. I was sure my hair and cheeks were in the same state as hers but I ignored her teasing as I stared at her beautiful face.
After a while, I dissolve into laughter. Francine's laughter washed over me like a cold water reminding me just how lucky I am. As she layed her head on my shoulder and my arm held her waist, I realize that I could never love anyone as I love this woman sitting next to me.
KEARVY
Downing the last glass of whiskey I had, I let myself do what I vowed never to do, mourn for Francine, feel guilty for her death, and yearn for her forgiveness.
I know that it was basically my fault. If I have not given into temptations, If I have chosen the right thing. Francine would still be alive........with Randave. They would live their life together, forever.
Why did I ever think that was right?
Why did I ever think that I was better?
Why did I ever think that I could replace him?
March 13, 2023
3RD PERSON
"Yeah, it's pretty clear, I ain't no size two
But I can shake it, shake it, like I'm supposed to
'Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places
I see the magazines (ah-ha) workin' that Photoshop (ah-ha)
We know that shit ain't real
Come on now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty (ah-ha), just raise 'em up
'Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top:"Smell of sweat and alcohol filled the room. Kearvy was happily jumping around with the crowd while holding a glass of vodka. Most of the poeple were dancing around while the rest are just watching or making out with a random stranger that they find handsome.
After a while of grinding against the beautiful people, Kearvy went to the kitchen to look for more alcohol. Passing by couples who were practically eating each pther's lips, a memory that took place earlier replayed in his mind.
Randave and Francine were making out at the room when he interrupted them. The two broke away immediately, with the one sheepish and the other glaring. At that moment, all Kearvy could think about was how he was gonna get back, with this on his mind, he said, "Oh, don't mind me, just continue with what you were doing. I'm sure the strawberry taste is so lingering, so addictive"
He didn't saw the way Randave's eyes darken after Kearvy left the room. He didn't saw the way Randave dragged Francine out of the room. He didn't saw what one mistake could do.
Kearvy jumped as his phone buzzed on his pocket. Pulling it out, he smile when he saw the caller. "So I'm a better kisser than he is" he greeted.
Francine on the other side of the call gritted her teeth. "You are an asshole" she snarled, not removing her eyes from the door Randave left from. "Isn't that the reason why you were so attrac-"
"I wasn't attracted to you, you motherfucker"
"Oh language"
"I was drunk, you took advantage of me"
"That's not what the moans sound like"
"I'm gonna kill you"
Kearvy smirked, he really likes this feisty side of hers. He was just about to reply when the sound of a door banging open was heard followed by the ending of the call. The guy shrugged and continued to pour drink on his cup.
As Kearvy was dancing, drinking, and having the party of his life. The inevitable consequences to his wrong doing was in progress just a few miles away.
He only knew when the pain in his head disappeared and he was able to progress what happened that night.
April 3, 2028
Before Kearvy went to bed that night, he dialed a number on his phone and waited. The call was answered not long after and the deep voice of the responded was heard.
"Man, go and confess"
"Who are you to tell me what to do?"
"I'm sorry for everything I did, I never thought that would be the reason why she would die"
"You're an asshole"
"And you are a murderer"
"Go and confess"
"Or I will tell them what I know"
"And reveal your true colors"
"Francine deserves justice and if your not gonna give her that then I will"
"Confess or I will"
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