Paradoxical

Time's Up

Have you ever had that feeling, where you just really miss someone? Every time you thought of that person, your chest constricted a little. The crowded room suddenly got lonely. The fresh air was suddenly too stuffy. Your heart beat slows down and sinks to the very pits of hell. Time gets slower, and every passing second without that person right by your side felt like an eternity.

And sometimes you would get distracted, and for a brief moment you would forget that you were really sad and lonely. But then somewhere in the back of your thoughts, a voice would whisper "where are they?".

Then back to square one, you've hit that wall of depression again.

So no matter how many times you escape that feeling. It's always fleeting. Because nothing can make it go away. Only the presence of that person standing directly by you can make that room a bit more lively, or the air less stuffy, and you heart beat faster.

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March 7, 2013 2:34AM

March 7th, marked exactly three weeks later from that day.

The weather hasn't been pleasant. Or maybe that was just my mind registering everything as gloomy. I don't even remember what state we're in. I just know you're not in it with us. The movie's production has been postponed, but I've been told that we're running behind and that there's a possibility that a new director would come in to replace you.

That makes sense, I guess. I spent a lot of my days trying to conjure up the conversations we'd have if you were here.

"Would you like to go for dinner?"

"Have you seen the latest box office movie? What do you think about it?"

I'd like to imagine I know how'd you respond.

It's really early. I just made myself some coffee. Well if the little packets they have us in the hotel were considered coffee at all. It was too early for labels. I was told yesterday that we'd be taking a break for a few days. Only god knows where. Somewhere, someone, somehow, I was told that the label had to fix the whole movie issue. We were running behind, a new manager was to be sought during this short break.

Did I like the idea of you being replaced?

No.

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March 7th, 2013 2:56AM

Approximately twenty minute later, you showed up at my hotel door. The soft knock on my door woke me from my early morning coffee daze, and there was an itching irritation in the back of my mind that was starting to form. Every step I took towards the door, the irritation grew. Maybe it was because I presumed the knock was some disrespectful fan, or some sleazy reporter that wanted to see what Niall Horan looked like at 3 in the morning. I look just like everyone else. Baggy eyes, bed head hair, slouchy pajamas, and an even slouchier posture. Just the norm.

The soft click noise rang through the room when I pulled the door back.

"Hi..." Barely a whisper. Remind you, I was still asleep. Only somewhere in the depths of my mind forty seconds later did I register it was you.

"'Ey..." Caffeine was never really a benefit in my life. And it certainly didn't help me decipher why you were in black heels, a black dress, and perfectly done make up.

"The funeral was horrible, okay? I'm cold. Now can I come in?" I shuffled aside to let you in. You kicked off your shoe, hugging your arms together, and plopped down onto the cold leather couch. Shutting the door softly, I ran my hand over my face. Wake up ya fool.