She stared across the dimly lit room as her sadness set in again. He was off travelling the world again, singing and being who he needed to be while she sat alone and tired on their brand new bed.
Somehow they had managed to keep their relationship out of the spot light over the past year and only their closest friends and family knew as she moved into the huge military bunker he called home last month. Her lease was expiring on her small one bedroom apartment in downtown LA and Jared had insisted this was the next logical step in their path. She agreed but, unfortunately she hadn't stopped to think about what she would do when he went on tour or to a movie set for months at a time. Surely, she would be able to meet up with him now and again, but she had her own career to tend to and couldn't be gone for long.
Unable to sleep any longer in the morning twilight, she climbed out of bed and made her way to the master bathroom to shower and get ready for the day. After showering, drying and brushing her hair, and applying some light make up, she left the bathroom to find an outfit in the walk in closet, only to trip over a pair of shoes in the middle of the large closet. Jared's black and white checkered Vans.
As she stayed on the floor gentle caressing her slightly bruised ankle, she laughed as she looked around his side of the closet with all he brightly colored frocks, only he could get away putting together some of the outfit he did, often with the very Vans she just tripped over.
She got up and found a simple pair of Jeans and a tee for the day and set out to find her phone as she headed down to the kitchen for some much needed coffee. As she started brewing the Black Fuel Shannon had left for her, her phone began to ring. Jared was calling her.
"Good morning, my sweet!" he said as she pick up, "have you seen my black and white Vans? I thought I packed them, but I can't find them anywhere."
"Funny you should ask...."
