A Bloody Smile In The Dark

Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple; sometimes goodbye's the only way

Ordinary routine. I thought i'd mastered this specialty back home alone, without a job, struggling to make time pass. Terrible frustration became my only friend early on and i never dreamed of feeling as content and at ease as i am right now; sitting at an open cafe in downtown Miami with a painfully handsome man, having breakfast telling each other awful puns. Wolfie offered to give me a ride to the lab this morning but not wanting him to see me walk out of The Lost Opportunity, we arranged to meet directly at this semi-abandoned spot. There's so much about him i can't decipher; what's certain is he's definitely too nice and well-mannered to be true. Usually you either get looks or personality, not both. When i froze after he opened the car door for me, his deep husky chuckle made me weak to my knees and i can't describe how badly it drives me crazy. We're often silent yet it's seldom awkward and it mainly happens when we dive into his past. I can't expect him to open up to me freely just like that, but i hope he perceives he can trust me.

"Ever get homesick?"

"Not really. It's all sort of fading out.."

"What do you mean?"

He's leaning towards me with his elbows on the table and furrowed eyebrows that say he's interested. I need all collectible strength not to grab his face.

"I...i think what came before doesn't count anymore, you know? Anything more than a year and a half old can stay in the past...does it make sense?"

"Oh it does. You actually feel like you began living after you came here..i'm quite familiar with that. But come to think about it, isn't there a memory or an item perhaps, that you would like to have here now?"

"Mmh...my dog. I felt so bad for leaving her behind"

"I have a dog too. Maybe you could pour your cuddles on him, if you wanted..i mean..whenever you miss her...i guess..."

He's so cute when he's nervous, bless. We both have no idea where this is going and it's okay. I'm literally smiling from ear to ear for the first time in ages, and watching him laugh back without a care in the world is shifting something inside of my muddy self.

"I believe it's yours. Nice ringtone by the way"

"Damn. My work phone broke so the evergreen banjo street band will have to do, boo"

Lily told me her beloved uncle was a weird guy but she also thinks Johnny Depp is overrated and prefers summer over winter, so we clearly have contrasting views.

"Let's go, girl. Sounds like we have a long day awaiting us"

"Woo hoo"

I can't survive with dead memories in my heart

Riding along an endless highway surrounded only by the sea is a cathartic experience I recommend, especially on a warm sunny morning like this.

"How come is Gaga playing on every station?"

"Ugh. It was Anya's idea to set the frequencies on her. She's a little obsessed"

Between Paparazzi blaring through the radio and a swarm of black massive hummers converging at the scene in a dance reminiscent of the night that changed my life, a terrible sense of responsibility instantly invades me. The sight welcoming us as soon as we jumped out is surreal. At least a dozen cars pressed to the size of a can are scattered to one side of the road while the victims of what looks like an epic car crash lay literally everywhere like dropped flies after a disinfestation. Some of them have clearly already left our realm in the worst ways, so all the attention is focused on the hunches of life that remain. After a quick scan, I grab my kit and hurry to a young girl's aid. Her body is as bad a wreck as her vehicle but she can still yell out in pain.