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03. HANGOVER CURE
THE CAR RIDE was long and boring. I could only watch through the window as the other cars were passing by, the rain joining them in this late hour. I sigh to myself, trying not to worry or to think about him, but I was no longer in charge of my mind. Everything else seemed so small, so irrelevant. Yet the only thing I could think about was him.
Parker.
Just the sound of his name repeating in the back of my head caused my heart to ache.
The two of us met almost two years ago. Maybe saying his name would make you think that he was a prince on a white horse. That he had ocean blue eyes, bad boy reputation and the body of a god, when in reality he was just a regular guy. His eyes were tiny and brown, which was the eye color of almost 80% of human population, but somehow, they were still special.
At least to me.
Just the way his eyes turned into little crescents every time he'd smile, or the way his chubby cheeks decided to show up every once in a while, making him look like the cutest chipmunk you've ever seen. All the little things about him, even the tinniest flaws within him made him who he was. And that's what made him so special.
He was unique. He was funny, loving and caring. He treated me like a princess, like I was his most precious possession. And if I tried to, I wouldn't manage to find a single thing that I disliked. However, I didn't really care that much about gifts or surprises, but with Parker, I learned that I had no word in it. He once came home and gave me a teddy bear, saying that it was a sign of our eternal love, but what he forgot to mention is that he stole it from the old woman who was trying to sell it just across the street.
He had all the time in the world for the things that made us happy, even if it were just little things and sings of love, we both learned to cherish it as much as we could.
As time passed, Parker and I became inseparable. We did almost everything together and even shared a home. After few months, his apartment became my second home and a place where I could feel safe. He was all I had back then. Not only was he my boyfriend, but also a best friend.
Even though everything was almost as incredible as a true fairy tale, things have changed, taking a wrong turn.
Parker was a person that loved to party and to drink whenever the circumstances allowed him to do so. However, after the tragic accident which took the life of Parker's friend Jason, things have gotten worse.
Parker was heartbroken, lost, and most of all, delusional. He would often blame himself for Jason's death due to the fact that he had a complete black out the night Jason died.
Even though I tried to support him, and be there for him as much as I could, he would somehow find a way to keep his distance away from me and lock himself up underneath his own skin. Was it a coping mechanism or was it just the way he acted?
