HOURGLASS (The Story Of Us)

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I woke to my alarm's boisterous blare.

6 o'clock a.m.

I cringed at the thought of waking up early, especially on my days off. I roll back over and i gently slide my hand over to Van's side of the bed, wishing that he'd be there. But, he wasn't and he hadn't been for almost two months now.

He had been my boyfriend for nearly two years and we had broken up due to some 'issues' he was having with himself. He still consumed my every thought and i dreamt of him every night, that is when i could sleep. It was eating me alive knowing that i couldn't have him as my own. I couldn't even escape him in my dreams. These blissful banes of my imagination mostly consisted of him touching me in ways unimaginable and of us kissing eachother passionately, the way we used to do.
I still remember just the way he tasted on my lips and the way his scent lingered on my skin.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by a knock at the door. I slowly climb out of bed, taking a short glance at my mirror as i pass by. Ugh. My hair is large mess of brown curls and as for my night shorts? Well lets just say i hope no one important is at my door or they'd be dissapointed at the length of them.
"Marie! Open up!" a voice calls on the other side of the door.
"Chayce?!" i shout back excitedly.

Chayce had been one of my best friends for as long as i could remember although, i wasn't sure what he was doing here at my new apartment this early in the morning.

"Yes it's me, now let me in, its cold!" he says laughing.
I open the door and let out a squeal with my arms wide open for a hug. He squeezes me tightly and holds out a little brown bag and a steaming plastic cup filled with coffee.

"I brought you breakfast" he grins.
"ah, thanks! Is it from the little coffee shop around the corner?" i ask.
"yep, Cristi's Cafe. You're favorite" he replys walking past me and into my apartment "place looks nice" he adds.

It was a lot bigger compared to my old place. I liked it better here because no one has yet to move into the apartments next to mine and i could blast my music like I'd always done. I got in a bit of trouble for that at my old place.

I sat down next to Chayce in the living area with my breakfast. We watched TV for a bit while i finished eating.

"so" he says, "have you spoke to Van lately?"
I dont look up immediately, it was still a touchy situation for me. "um, no." i mumble trying to keep my voice steady. I didnt want to cry infront of Chayce, much less cry at all. I'd done enough of that lately. He was the only person that knew the details of what happened between Van and I. I didn't particularly like bringing up the subject.

We sat in silence for a moment. "You know, you cant mope around forever. If it is meant to happen, you two will be back together and you know that." he says grabbing my hand.
Tears slowly start to form in the corners of my eyes, making them sting before they began rolling down my cheeks.
I believed Chayce, but considering the fact that I've tried calling Van a couple times here and there, but everytime i only get the voice mail, i dont think he feels the same.

Chayce grabs a napkin, handing it to me. I dry my eyes, while laying over into the sofa still holding the napkin over my face.
He leans over me, poking at my arm "why dont you get you some clothes on and you and i can go for a walk? How's that sound?"
I lie there pretending to ignore his offer, being stubborn.
"you can bring your camera and we can swing by my place and grab mine too." he adds whilst pulling me up from the chair.
"fine!" i say, complying with him, "Give me a minute?"

***

We walk down the block to Chayce's apartment, grabbing his camera, then we quickly head off to one of our favorite spots to take pictures. We talk quite a bit on the way there, avoiding the topic of Van and I. Even though he wasn't in conversation, he was always on my mind.