It's been months.
Months since I last saw her face.
Months since I've heard her voice.
Months since I've heard her laugh.
Months since I've seen her smile.
Months since her body has touched mine.
Months since the...
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Life sure didn't wait on anyone.
Regardless if potential was evident.
If a passion was embedded in a temple and not acted upon then it was over, too late.
At least I thought (at first).
I gave Todd to my younger siblings that I hardly associated with.
I didn't want them to deal with someone they didn't know; someone they hardly knew anymore.
I was a complete stranger.
I wasn't myself at all.
The kid was unstable, then again unstable was an understatement for what I was.
"It's a holiday, aye. Spend it with you ba-by." I sang as my finger tips grazed against the piano keys. I heard his soft foot steps, which weren't usually soft, but I didn't give it too much thought. His paws grazed across the floor boards, freshly cut nails tapping timidly as I imagined he stalked in my direction. He definitely was too human for me. He took after his mother for sure.
He jumped onto the bench, his tail greeting my forearm. My eyes stayed on the keys and I allowed my voice to find its range within the walls that held me confide. I toyed with my voice and teased the keys. It was hardly the holidays, but here I was singing a song off of one of my Christmas album's.
Who would've known that guilt would eat at me for as long as it did and then leave? Not completely, but simply shimmer down. Veronica Wilkin's was her name. Jet black hair, olive like skin, full lips, and piercing eyes that changed colors depending on the seasons. My therapist looked far from anyone who would claim such a job as their profession. Although, she was in the one trying to figure out my problems and diagnose me, I found myself doing the same to her secretly. She appeared to have her own problems, although she avoided the subject at hand. She always knew how to redirect what I had to say, but I was far from stupid. How could someone as emotionally damaged as I was, help me?
She was nice to talk to though. She listened. Even when I didn't say a word. After a period of knowing her, I didn't necessarily feel the need to talk to her openly. We were hardy acquaintances. Sighs and smirking were the only things that usually filled up the room.
I wasn't sure if Leigh-Ann got my message. I thought about her constantly, but not in the same manner. I wanted to know if she was stable and that was it. I didn't necessarily deserve to know anything about her anymore, however.
Fall was a time where we would rekindle the love we had killed multiple times before, but after an entire year or two of not being in contact with someone, I guess that love doesn't have the chance to rekindle.
It was winter and New York was blossoming into a Winter wonderland, one I was falling for each and everyday.
"There's my superstar." I heard a cheeky voice call as my front door opened. Swan took no time in running in the direction in which his mommy came in. He purred and turned his head towards her. I found myself continuing to play lowly as I glanced at her for a moment. My eyes suddenly fell back onto the piano. Her long limps wrapped around my neck as she embraced me. I let my hands fall from the keys and a toothy grin greeted my face after I sighed.
"Santiago." I cooed, taking a hand and placing it over her forearm.
A/N: I know, Justin's part is short lol. I had to update though. Chapter three has been started on. Justin's next part will be longer. Thanks for the support, guys.
