High Fives for Low Lives

Introduction

I took a deep breath, and then another, until it seemed like I had taken a thousand. I lit a cigarette and smiled at the irony of how I spend all this time breathing only to ruin my breath with smoke. As much as I wished time would slow down, the sound of the passing cars proved that my life was in fact happening at a normal rate. The small waves beneath my feet made sloshing noises that only brought back unpleasant memories. I took another drag of my cigarette and cleansed myself of my current worries. Yesterday was bad, but it wasn't the first day of it's kind. I had loved him and I could guess that he had loved me, but I had killed him and now he was dead. With another drag I thought about what fish might me eating his body right now and it made me wish that I could see the whales he had promised to show me.

I sighed. No whales. Not today, or tomorrow, because I'd killed him. And now he's dead.