One Hundred Letters for James

012

012:

Darkness

(You might not remember this because you were pissed drunk)

In the summer after we graduated, we discovered alcohol. Or rather, you discovered alcohol, I never liked the taste.

We had both decided to take a year off before going to University. That day, your girlfriend Annabelle was leaving for America to study. You two had decided to end the relationship, but you were devastated.

I wasn't with you that night, but at about midnight, you staggered into my apartment, your face tear-streaked.

"Kathleen!" You cried mid-sob. As soon as you saw me on the couch, you crashed next to me, wrapping your arms around me and crying into my shoulder.

I patted your head, fluffing up your brown hair. "Shh, it's alright. You'll get over it." You looked up at me, smiling.

"You have really pretty eyes, Kathleen."

"Thank you." I knew not to take your compliments seriously when you were this hammered.

"You have eyes like the stars. The stars always stay, did you know that? And you will always stay. I like the stars. And I like you." You stated, poking me in the belly. I guess you were right, in some ways. My eyes were an unbelievably dark blue, with light specks. And I would always stay, no matter how big of an ass you were to me.

"You like me?" I laughed. It was hilarious the things you think of when you drink.

"Mmhm. A like you a lot. I like you more than the stars." That's when the lights had started to flicker before turning off completely along with the TV.

"Crap." I said.

"I'm scared, Kath." You whimpered.

"Me too, James."

"Protect me?"

"Always." When I said that, you took my hand and pulled me up. "Where are we going?"

"To see the sky." You tugged me towards the light coming from the balcony. You opened the doors and sat down before tugging me into your lap.

I woke up the next day alone in my bed, wondering how I got there, but mostly scared of what could have happened in the darkness.