This is written as a scene. I don't know what it's called but it's a story that goes along with a song. The song is "Miserable at best" by Mayday Parade
They stood together on the balcony of the top-floor apartment, some guy's party in the background, but all they hear is the planes and the birds. It's around midnight, the Florida Skyline illuminated by flashes of color. She's leaning over the balcony, looking out. He puts his arms around her waist and kissed her cheek. He feels a single tear hit his face when he lays his head on her shoulder. "What's wrong, Katie?" She turns around and faces him. Her mascara's running, creating black waterfalls on her pale face. Her emerald green eyes are filled with melancholy.
" I can't be with you anymore..." He flinches and backs off. She looks down and takes his hands in hers.
"Why? Katie... I-"
"I can't..... I love you with all my heart, but I can't do this anymore."
"But why?" He raises their intertwined hands between them. "Does this not matter anymore?" His bright blue eyes darkened with hurt.
"Of course it matters!" Her eyes were streaming at this part. "I'm being relocated. We can't... be together anymore." Katie had been in the witness protection program. When she was walking home from work two years ago she saw a drug deal and told the police. The druglord saw her and told her that when she's going to die once he gets out.
He let go of her hands and ran it through her long black hair.
"I love you so much.... I can't live without you." He pulled her in and held her tight. "I just can't."
"They're trying their hardest, but they can't hold him for more than two and a half years..... They want me to be safe...." She cried into his chest. He laid his head on hers and whispered,
"Why can't I come with you? Is it because of...." She looked up at him.
"Yes." He was in a band that's popular across the states. He was doomed to be recognized by someone.
"Can't they change how I look or-"
"Not for low-class cases like mine. If I didn't report it-"
"Shhhhhh. Katie, you did the right thing. Don't blame yourself." She rested her head on his chest again.
"I leave next week."
"So soon?"
"They told me this morning. I didn't want to tell you.... But I had to."
"If that's true, why don't we go in for one last dance." He smiled at her, making her laugh.
"Fine then." They went back inside and talked to the DJ. He started playing their requested song, their song. "Fall for you" by Secondhand Serenade. They danced around, laughing and making each other smile. At the end of the song, he took her home. At every red light, he would kiss her forehead as she slept. That night, she woke up screaming. She woke him up and layed down on his chest. He held her close and whispered, "It's going to be okay," over and over again.
"No it's not. I'm miserable without you."
The day finally came when she had to leave. She gathered all of her stuff out of the house, their house. The men in suits came and talked to her about everything she can't do anymore. He stood in the doorway on their front porch in his pajamas, watching everything. "So, you gonna help me or what?" She yelled. She was trying to lift a box to the moving truck. She had on a pair of skinny jeans and one of his T-shirts with her hair in a ponytail.
"Coming, dearest!" He yelled back. He ran over and took it from her. Gifts was inscribed with sharpie on the side of it. He knew what was in there. All of the statues, the stuffed animals, everything he had given her. A man in a suit tried to stop her, but she looked at him with her puppy-dog eyes and he just said, "Carry on."
She brushed off her pants and"Well, that's the last of it. I didn't have much."
"The house will be so empty without you, Katie."
"Vice-Versa, Jace."
They looked at eachother, love and sadness intermingled in their eyes. One kiss, a long, sweet kiss was shared.
And like that, she was gone.
Everyday, he thought of her. He thought of everything they did together. Everywhere they went. Everything of hers. The house was empty. There wasn't any singing in the shower. No eggs exploding in the microwave. No flour wars. No lipstick drawings on the bathroom mirror. No watching horror movies until two in the morning. No late-night snacks. He missed her so much.
It had been 2 months and he was in the closet, their closet. The one they had shared. He found a shirt on the floor in the corner. Her shirt. It was flowered and ruffled. On it was a post it note that said, "To rememeber me by. Check the 3rd dresser drawer too. I love you. -Katie" He brought it up to his face. It was soft, and smelled like her. He looked at it again, when it hit him. It was the shirt she wore on their first date, at the movies. He hadn't looked at her side of the closet since she left. It hurt too much. He took the post-it and shirt and put them on her pillow. He never understood why she liked it so much. It was too soft for him. He got the courage to look in the drawer like the note said. In it was a small bottle of her perfume. Attached to that was a note that said, "A little thing extra. Since I took your shirt, you can have mine and my smell. Love you <3 -Katie" He smiled softly at it.
"If you only knew how much I miss you..."
