Love Out of Reach

Meet Me Again

It's 3 a.m. and we're sitting on the roof of a hotel we didn't even pay to be in. Waiting for the sunrise, my best friend and I. We've never known such peace and quiet. The world is asleep and we're looking at it rest. This is not the way our friendship is shaped around, we've never shared a genuine nice moment, where we could hear each other think.

"This is nice." She said almost in a whisper.

It's like she can read my thoughts.

A cool breeze made me shiver and I took a deep, well deserved breath and swallowed the smell of burnt cigarettes and her shampoo. We looked at each other for a minute, then back at the horizon.

"Yeah, it's really nice." I said.

Time is melting away and there's nothing we could do. Why can't it just stop?

"I wish we could stay like this forever" I said, holding back my tears.

She looked at me, cheeks going red.
"Me too."

I look at my watch, we only have twenty minutes left. I hesitate to ask this but...

"Do you wanna go somewhere else?"
"Like right now?" She looked at me suddenly.
"Yeah."
"What about the sunrise, it'll come up in a couple minutes."
"We could see it from another place. I wanna show you something."
"We'll have to leave that for another day." Her voice banished as she kept talking until I couldn't hear her at all.

Silence.

I look over at Lisa, she's not there. I look at my watch and break down to tears.

Why... Why does this keep happening?
What do I have to do... to get her to stay?

"I will try again Lisa. Do you hear me?"
"I won't give up on you..."

Lisa's gone... And all that's left of her is the ashes of her cigarette. The feeling of emptiness fills my body and my stomach twists. I scream with all of my strength, I want the world to know that I'm in pain. I took a couple steps toward the edge to have a better look down. That's fifteen stories. I turned around, and let my body go numb. It all happened so slowly. My whole life flashed before my eyes and I didn't care. The wind hit my back and my hair's all over my face. But I close my eyes and let my last moment be peaceful, because the only thing that matters is that we'll meet again.

I passed out.

Next thing I know, I wake up in my tiny studio apartment. The old food that's been sitting on the floor next to my bed gives off a nasty smell. I haven't paid electricity in months so I have to use daylight, and the small tinted windows give the room a dim and depressing look.

It's almost 1:00 pm, and I got home at about seven in the morning, so I barely got any sleep. As I try to get up, I get a little dizzy and fall back on the bed.

"God, what's wrong with me?" My voice is raspy from all the screaming a couple hours ago, and I have a horrible headache.

     I put my hand over my face to question my whole life for a minute.

I'm just so tired.

I stand up and walk through at least twenty empty bottles of beer and water to get to the bathroom. The first thing I see are my puffy eyes in the mirror, which I pay no mind to. I get ready, grab my phone and the sports bag on the tiny table in the middle of the room, and head out.

Blank.

I'm walking down the cold streets of New York at night, by myself. I need to go somewhere, where they won't go looking for me.

Who? I can't remember.

I stop at a corner and wait for a taxi. I haven't been home for a couple days. I've been sleeping on the benches and floors of parks, my back feels like a crumpled piece of paper and I haven't eaten anything in three days. And apparently I can't remember how I got here either. I start thinking and feel my eyes start to water, my mind is just full of thoughts I can't stop, I don't want them there. It's like someone's controlling me and everything I do.

"Stop. Please stop." Desperate, I whisper under my breath. "Get out!"

Stop stop stop stop stop.
   
A taxi finally stops next to me and I get in. I give the driver the address, he gives me a weird look but doesn't ask any questions.

"You know... I've met people like you before." He says with a suggestive tone as he dodges traffic.

I don't say anything, thinking about what he could have possibly meant by that. We make eye contact through the mirror and he chuckles.

"Weirdo." I think to myself.

"All my life I've been in search of something greater than myself, something powerful."
"So? Have you found it?" I decided to continue the conversation so he doesn't realize I'm scared.
"Maybe I did. But what I look for, I know exactly what it is."
"If you know then why keep looking?"
"The thing is that I don't just want to know it..." He looks at me again through the compartment mirror. "I want to own it."

That sentence made me sick, I felt my stomach twist and my throat started to close as it got harder to breathe. I was scared of what could happen. What is he talking about...

"Could you tell me what this thing is?" I'm trying to stay as calm as possible but my nerves betray me. My hands are shaking and sweaty, and my heart is pounding so fast I think he can hear it.

"Who knows, maybe I can help you find it." I say, with the warmest smile I could fake.

I take a minute to really look at him and-
What was I thinking!! 

"I know you." I say and he smirks.
"I know you do."

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