No Perfect Love

Chapter 5: Losing Macy Rose

David's annoying "friend" Justin came over to take him on a bike ride, since it was the last day before snowfall. David couldn't deny a bike ride, even if it was with Justin. They set off, they rode to McDonald's and ordered a few sandwiches, then rode to Jon's house, to stay the night. Turns out Jon wasn't home. Which meant that David had to stay at Justin's. Great. They rode back to Justin's, and he turned on his Xbox, Justin wanted him to play with him, so he did for a few matches, but Macy was just so heavy on his mind, that he couldn't focus anymore. He gave the controller to Justin to let him play, and pulled out his phone. He sent a snapchat to Macy, that said "I miss you" it was a cry for help. He felt like he couldn't live without her anymore.

Macy replied saying "I know..." He felt bad, he could tell he was just bothering her. She did know, he wouldn't let her forget that he missed her. He apologized for bothering her, and she accepted the apology. Luckily Justin was ready to go to bed, because David really needed some time alone. Justin said "Hey dude, I'm really tired, I'm gonna get to bed. If you can't sleep, just stay here. Don't fucking walk back to your house at 5:00 AM like you normally do." It was true, David would always "escape" Justin's house as soon as curfew was lifted. David agreed not to, and laid down. He looked out the window and saw that it was snowing. He wasn't normally the type of person to be able to see the beauty in things like that, but he did. He began to cry, in awe of the beauty that he had never noticed before. He opened the window, and felt an urge to jump, but he knew it wouldn't be high enough to kill him, he would just break his back, and be hospitalized. Known forever as the "retarded faggot that jumped out of a window" He closed the window, and tried to get to sleep but he couldn't, he had too much on his mind.

He walked back to his house against Justin's will, and began to practice the song that he'd been working on for Macy, he was almost done with it. He had all the notes and lyrics written out, he just had to perfect it, make it repeatable, get it right every time without fail. He got through the whole song perfectly two times in a row, and that made him feel better. He was finally able to get to bed. While he was asleep he had a dream that he lived with Macy, just like they had planned so long ago, they were lying in bed together, cuddling. She was watching a movie, and he was just resting, with her in his arms. he opened his eyes to her taking pictures of him with her phone, just like she used to do in the skype calls. He playfully nudged her with his foot, telling her to stop, but he secretly liked it. They laughed together, and then David woke up, back into his own dark reality. He was in an amazing mood, despite the dream not being real. Just the feeling he had during the dream was enough to keep him in a good mood. It was the same feeling that he had back in the pinnacle of the relationship, right around the time of the date. Pure ecstasy.

He texted her, telling her about the dream, and she just said "oh..." He asked her if there was something wrong, and she told him "we need to talk, can I call you?" When he saw those words, his heart dropped. He knew what that meant, but he didn't want to believe it. Maybe she was going through a rough patch in her life and needed someone to talk to. "yeah, you can call me." he said. "how's a few hours?" He wasn't going to be home in a few hours though, he told her that, and she postponed the call to the next day. Great. He had to go through the next 24 hours thinking about that, stressing out, thinking of what to say when she told him that she didn't want to be together anymore. He didn't want to think about it, or life in general, so he took a sleeping pill, and went to sleep that lasted him a good 8 hours, but it was the middle of the night now, not a great time if you're trying not to think about life. he knew it was going to be hard to get back to sleep, after sleeping for 8 hours, getting up for a few hours, and getting another 8 hours. So he went back downstairs he get more sleeping pills, he decided to double the dosage, to really knock him out.

He woke up to his phone going off. A text from Macy. "Hey David, you up? Can I call you?" she asked. He told her that he was up, and she called him. "Hey, good morning Macy." David said, still not fully sure if this was, in fact, what he thought it was. She broke the news to him very politely, he couldn't have asked for her to do it in a nicer way, but just the fact that she had to do it at all killed him inside. He had an idea of what he wanted to say when she called him, but when it actually happened, he broke down. Just hearing her voice again made him want to cry. All those memories from the past almost 4 months rushing back at once. At that point he knew he had to get the call over with as fast as possible. the last thing he wanted was to start crying over the phone. He probably sounded like such an asshole, trying to rush her through it like that. He just accepted all of her apologies saying it was okay. She said goodbye... The last thing he may ever hear her say...

He hung up and immediately had tears start running down his face. By reading this story, it probably just sounds like David cries a lot, but that's really not the case. The few times that he's cried in this story, are the only times he's cried in the past three years or so. He normally tries to block out his emotions, but when it comes to Macy, it's just impossible.

He laid there in his bed crying for a good three hours. Weeping, over the person that he had just days before believed to be the love of his life. Looks like that goddamn energy crystal is bullshit, it didn't ward off shit. When he finally collected himself, he got in the shower and got dressed. He walked downstairs and out the back door, into the freezing cold. He opened his shed, and pulled his bike out, for what he thought would be the last time. He rode down the icy streets to the bridge near his house. When he got there, he realized that he was too much of a pussy to even do that, the thing that most people consider "the cowards way out" He got back on his bike and rode home, feeling even worse than he did when he left.