Miss Me?

Chapter 1

Chapter 1- You're Back?

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Rion to the right>>

Have you ever just wondered why certain things happen?

It can be a child with cancer, or a college student with overwhelming bills.

A hobo that can’t catch a break, or a young adult with a completely incompatible family.

A person that can’t get good fortune no matter how hard they try.

But hey, that’s life, and we learn to deal with the interlaced occurrences that make us happy and sad.

Lately… it’s felt like a whole lot of downs though.

But humans are built that way. Built to believe that they have it worst! Because we don’t care about other people’s problems when we have our own right?

No one understands. We all like to say that. But isn’t it a little closer to the truth that we simply don’t take the time to make someone understand? Or perhaps…

Fear? Judgment… We don’t give each other the benefit of the doubt or, after all, flatter ourselves by believing our minds are so unique, no one can possibly comprehend them.

A world turned plastic.

If everyone would stop wearing masks around each other, there wouldn’t be a need to wear one.

There’s only one person I can truly trust anymore. One person that I can depend on for anything.

That’s my friend Fae. She is the nicest and most beautiful person I have ever met. She takes away the loneliness at times.

Even when he left me… she still had my back.

Well, I guess it’s not polite to say that he left me. Despite the fact that he didn’t physically walk out the door, he did that to himself.

His name is Alexion, but I used to call him Alex. My Alex.

He was mystery incarnate.

Well is… I guess I’m talking about him as if he’s dead.

Incorrect.

He is merely in the slammer. Jail. Prison. Room with bars.

Needless to say he is locked up. Even though it’s been two years, I still feel torn.

I miss him.

He’s the part of me that I’ll never get back. The part of me that brings me to life.

It sounds like a cheap romance movie… but it’s not. Even though he was everything I wanted… he came with a little extra.

He has a temper that could scare away the Hulk and bulging veins to match.

He never hurt me or anything, though he came close.

He’d always stop his hand midway. It never mattered to me, he wouldn’t do it.

Another black marble would be his rabid jealousy. He never seemed to trust where I was going, but I figured it’s better to care overwhelmingly than not at all.

I’m tormenting myself with these dumb thoughts. It won’t bring him back.

Besides, I could never visit him. I don’t have the courage to see the love of my life behind a glass window.