Another tear rolled down his face, dribbling down his cheek until it dripped off the end of his chin, who knows where it went next. His eyes held pain, more pain than I’ve ever seen in him before when we fight, his beautiful eyes glistening across at me, silently pleading for me to take back what I was about to do and reconsider... but we can only do this for so long, my dear, how many more times are we going to do this for? When is a good time to give up if not now?
"Please," Your once enchanting voice was now weak and laced with desperation. "Please, Laurence, don't leave me."
A thud echoed around the ground floor of our home as I dropped my filled to the brim suitcase beside me.
"How long is this going to go on, Kier?" My voice was monotonous and firm. I couldn't keep doing this, I couldn't handle this anymore.
It never used to be like this. We never used to have these ferocious fights. We used to be so loving and careful with each other, when we first met. We met in a record store a few streets away from where we bought our home. Kier was a store clerk there and I went in one day to buy a simple CD. He served me and I was head over heels from first glance. It was his smile that did it; that wide, toothy grin and that mischievous glint his eyes. He was perfection. You wouldn't believe the amount of money I spent at that store in the weeks to follow. It was pretty pathetic. No matter what I did though, Kier wouldn't notice me.
It wasn't until one unfortunate day when it was raining heavily, and I wasn't wearing a coat when I left the house that morning when I thought I’d take cover in the shop for a while until the bad weather passed when Kier finally spoke to me. I was wandering aimlessly around the store when he waltzed up to me, his eyebrow raised in curiosity and said; "Hey man, can I help you with anything?" ...not exactly the most romantic words in the world but to me it was like music to my ears. He was perfect; with his red hair styled and shaped to perfection, his lean, muscular body hidden behind a tight polo shirt, jet black skinny jeans - toothpaste mark on the left thigh - hugging his slim legs in all the right places and recently polished biker boots - the top three lace holes left unused. To me, that man was flawless and my crush was forming into a full blown infatuation by the minute, and I loved it.
We ended up getting talking about our own music tastes, - which were actually quite similar - what bands we've seen live and how we wondered what it must be like to live in their shoes. It was a pointless, silly conversation but we both had the same idea; we both craved freedom. We craved a stressless existence and we thought that career was our one way ticket to that. We were wrong.
We exchanged numbers that day and soon after we began to meet up on Kier's lunch break every other day. It was nice, comforting. We used to pop into Subway and sit at the far back, away from all the other lost employees and skiving high school students, and talk, mindlessly. We had quite a few random conversations back then, back when we were careless and had the time to think about those odd topics, such as; Why is the sky blue? Do you reckon dogs bark in their heads? Do fish have their own language that we can't hear?
They were silly, but it was a reason to continue to hear each other’s breath-taking voices. We were in love.
Soon after, I asked Kier to join our band. I was the singer and rhythm guitarist but I felt like we could benefit from two; I wasn't confident with my voice and it was better to be safe than sorry, right? Kier agreed immediately and we went to meet the other guys. The Timids loved him the minute he tripped over the welcome mat and smacked his head off the end table we kept by the door, Luke however, took some time warming to him. He didn't think we needed another vocalist - he had the confidence I lacked about my own voice - but once Luke realised he could defeat him at Guitar Hero every single time, Kier became family.
