I'll remind you

4

I ate my breakfast really, really slow, wishing I had someone else to talk to besides myself. I hummed and ate another bit of the eggs I had scrambled. "Whaat should I wear..." I envisioned my closet and what might be good to wear today. I didn't really know. I don't imagine things very well. Besides Diavolo. I imagine him very clearly. Man.. I really wanted to see him. I've been sitting here just playing with my food for 30 minutes now.

I sighed and got up, finally realizing I wasn't hungry and looked through my closet, which didn't help either. I just snagged whatever I saw first, took a shower, and put the clothes on. I obviously needed to go to Diavolo's apartment. So I guess I'm gonna go do that.

By the time I was finished, an hour had gone by, so it was now 1:30-ish. I turned up the radio volume since it was unsurprisingly silent in the car. I really don't like silence at times. It makes me feel isolated. I mean, I barely have anyone as is. Silence just makes that fact more unbearably true. I hummed along and swayed my head to the rhythm of the song that was playing which made me lighten up a bit. But I got much happier when I made it to Diavolo's apartment building.

I parked and rushed up the large staircase until I got to his room. I knocked accordingly, but there was no response. Was he not home? What happened? I knocked again, now with a bit more force. What opened the door after was not Diavolo.

Diavolo

I woke up to loud banging on my door. Shit. It's probably that stupid bitch that lives next to me. I stand up, almost tripping over a glass bottle of liquor. I picked up another one that had a sliver of the drink left in the bottle from my nightstand and popped it open while I walked to answer the door. I started drinking the remains of the drink while I opened the door. After I finished, I kept the bottle in my hand.

"What the fuck do-" my gaze stopped as soon as I saw (f/n) completely dolled up standing in my doorway. Mind you, I was still half drunk. "Diavolo..? What happened..." Holy shit. My mind was spinning from all the alcohol. I couldn't think. And I couldn't tell her I had stayed up until 3:30 am getting completely wasted and talking to myself either. I won't go into detail as to what I was talking to myself about. My hair was a total mess, my makeup was just about everywhere, my lipstick was smeared and I was half naked. My voice sounded gruff and stupid. I hate that she has to see me like this. The alcohol just made my head feel worse.

"I.. can't really think right now." I saw a worried expression on her face which made me feel even worse. Her soft hands approached my face, analyzing all the smeared and messed up makeup. "Oh Diavolo.. you poor thing." She frowned and walked in my apartment, which looked like a cave at this point. "Go pick out some clothes. These pajamas look a mess." I wiped the crust out my eye and looked back at her before walking away to my room. I felt terrible from both the drinks and her treating me like I'm a kid again. On her birthday.

I heard water starting up in the bathroom which made me sigh and look in my closet. My eyes were halfway open. I pulled out a white shirt and some oversized sweatpants I had forgotten about; then walking to the bathroom. I got in the warm water as soon as my clothes were off. I closed my eyes in relief. I felt myself getting back to normal.

I rubbed my forehead with my thumb and my index finger. I threw up three time yesterday. Although I brushed my teeth thoroughly, I felt like I could still taste the disgusting taste of puke in my mouth. I wasn't about to throw up again. This is simply a sign I needed to brush my teeth again again. (f/n) walked in and sat beside the bathtub. She was sitting so far down she'd have to boost herself up to look in the water, I was okay. I combed my hair out with my fingers.

"I thought you said you'd stop." Is the first thing she said. Right before I was about to apologize. I wanted my eyes to start stinging, but they didn't. Which made me feel like I didn't actually care. "I did. But (f/n), I'm not a good guy. I can't keep promises all the time like you. I'm not like you." My eyes remained looking at the inside of my eyelids. I couldn't bear to see her expression. "I'm sorry. I forgot it's not that easy."

"Yeah. I'm thinking of getting another bottle right now." I heard a sniffle from her which made my heard drop so far down I'd make a hole in the bathtub. "Are you crying? No.. don't cry over me." My eyes shot open and I looked over at her teary eyes that were turning red. "Not on your birthday (f/n). I ruined everything for you." I leaned over and wiped the tears off her delicate face. "Diavolo.. it's not my birthday."
"Yes it is. Today is your birthday." She looked at me and I felt like I got stabbed 30 times in the heart.

"Really? Oh man I'm getting old..." I smiled. She turns 32 today. It would be even better if she didn't see me half drunk. "You're only one year younger than me.. calm down." I played with her beautiful hair. Everything about her was better than me. The first time I've ever gotten lucky. "You know.. before all this, I was gonna make you a dinner." -I paused- "A shrimp pasta. It's in the freezer right now. How about we.. make it together?" Her face lit up, quickly wiping the tears that were once there away. "I'd love to do that Diavolo."

Her smile made me so happy. "Great. Just wait out there and I'll be done in a second." She stretched as she stood up, walking out the bathroom and turning on some more lights. It sucks that I didn't get the chance to clean up my apartment. There's stuff everywhere. I actually cleaned myself up and got out the tub a couple minutes later, draining the water that was in the bathtub. I quickly dried and brushed my hair and put my clothes on.

"You ready? Sorry about the mess everywhere.." she nodded and my face lit up. I'm glad we're on a far better note now.