My Only Medicine // Johnnie Guilbert

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Lillian's POV:

He was just standing there. His face was red, and his eyes were bloodshot. It was just sad.

"Can I come in?"

"Of course, come here."

I extended my arms, ready for him to embrace me. He was itching to hug someone. I rubbed his back slightly in circles and allowed him to cry on me.

"What happened," I whispered.

"When.." he sniffed, trying to regain the ability to form sentences.

"I saw, that.." He was choking his words out. Was this about what happened when we were in the living room?

"Shh... it's okay. You don't have to tell me."

"No.. I just.."

..

"She said that she doesn't love me anymore."

He was just quiet after that. Why was he telling me this? Is it because I saw him? If so that still doesn't make sense.

"You wanna talk about it.?"

...

"That's okay.. I understand" I truly did empathize with Johnnie. I had been there. When someone just says they don't want you anymore, and ups and leaves, It hurts. A lot. So when he told me this, my heart dropped and shattered into 1,000 pieces for him.

"Can I stay here, tonight?" He asked. Why would he want to stay with me, and not Cara?

"Like sleep here? That's still fine with me."

"If you don't mind.."

I opened up the covers I was sitting in and patted on the spot next to me, motioning for him to come sit next to me.

He did.

"Are you okay?"

"I will be." I could tell by the tone of his voice, that he wasn't okay right now, and probably wouldn't be for a month or two. It takes awhile to bounce back if you're even able to.

"Wanna listen to music with me?" I offered, I assumed he would say no.

"Sure."

I handed him the extra earbud I had in my right ear. I realized it would make him possibly uncomfortable for the lessened space in between us. So I replaced the right one and tugged out my left one to hand to him. I turned on the song "Pretty Boy" by TV Girl. Then queued "It Almost Worked," and "The Loving Machine." I hummed along to it.

Then I handed my phone to him so he could queue one, too. But instead of queuing a song, he just played it. The song was, "Just," by Radiohead. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

"How considerate." I giggled.

"Haha, sorry." He had a really goofy laugh, it was really cute.

     We sat in silence, just listening to music and each-other's hums. I slowly dozed off. Not really thinking about it.

Johnnie was sleeping on me when I woke up. His head was turned away from me and resting on my thighs. I wasn't comfortable, so I hoped he was instead of me. He was going through something, I didn't mind. So I let him. He still had my earbud in his ear, I think the song that was playing was "Ladyfingers," but I'm not too sure. I played with his hair, but not enough that he'd wake up.

Johnnie's POV:

Earlier that day, I realized she noticed me freak out about her breaking up with me. She looked so worried about me. I knew it was wrong not to tell her, but I just didn't feel like talking. Or even sharing it. It was weird, having her see me when Cara, my friend, didn't. I didn't even know this girl, barely even her name. I think it's Lilliana.