The sunlight illuminated the room, while a person who was between bottles of vodka and cigarette butts rested, how could he have fallen so low?
The owner from the room opened his eyes slowly, feeling an immense ardor, he got up as he could, doing to the sides the bottles that were around him. He sat down at the edge of the bed and looked to his sides finding himself with that image that was owner of his life and probably also guilty of his current state.
He grabbed that photograph of years ago already, that now was his only and admired thing again, with the most attention possible, admiring every faction, he looked carefully those blue eyes, he has a whitish skin and specially those lips that drew a smile of the most beautiful the brunette has ever seen.
He got up from the bed while still looking at that photograph, which was his only memory of what he once had and would never had. That image that makes him remember, the most beautiful thing that he ever met in his life but now he had lost.
He went to the shelf that had in his room, he took ink and some new white sheets, he returned to his bed again, he removed everything that was on the bedside table and put the photograph between the sheets.
It has pass some time, 3 months to be exact, I dont know anything about you and it's a damn agony not knowing.
But maybe I'm an idiot for thinking that, if it was me who decided to leave you , I was the one who decided to follow the same path as the others.
And you do not know how I regret, to this day, I have lived a living death, I no longer see the meaning of waking up in the morning or going on with life. If I'm honest, I'm living only from your memory, from those images who pass so fast in my mind, I'm living from that moment in which I really enjoyed the love and after all I'm alive because I know you are alive.
To this day, I understand that, I should have never ever hit you from the way I did it, I shouldn't have hurt you with those words and a lot less, follow the others.
But so many things blinded me the instant I acted as the darkness of that moment urged me to do so, I let myself go for fights and comments alien to mine, I let myself go for the others thinking that was the best and everything got worse.
I still remember that expression of pain, madness and fear, that was in you when I told you my decision, I still can hear your last words like whispers between those 4 walls "If that is what you want, I cant deny you, or prohibit it, it was a pleasure to have met you and it was a pleasure to have know love from a simple glance".
Now I don't have anything else to write, but I have a lot to remember while I close my eyes and I enter in that world again, in the which I never left you and in which we make our dreams come true that were present after having loved.
With all the love and the sight from one ended life Colby Brock
P.S: I love you.
He left the ink and grab again that photo of his lost lover, he saw those blue eyes while remembering, that night that between glasses they met what is love, without necessarily love each other, He remembered those sweet words getting out from those pink lips "If one day I have to love, you'll be the indicated" a tear slid down his cheek while that sensation of those lips on his returned like a soft touch of silk, he returned to experiment that sensation of having that soft skin against his, hot, sweat, and shuddered to the fullest of lust that moment made him pass.
He remembered again what it's to touch the sky with those lips and walk to paradise with those hands. He was crazy for that image, he did not wanted to forget it. He felt that with just remember that moment he would have an extreme orgasm.
He search between his drawers some sleeping pills and found something curious, a weapon as lethal as it was allowed, a thing that in such a small amount it would make him fly and maybe he would never stop doing that.
He grabbed between his hands, he opened completely, he made such thin lines and inhale every one of them, feeling how it goes into his body, it make his nose hurt. He waited the pain pass and grabbed a bottle of his favorite licor, vodka, that drink that his lover please him to leave because he was hurting himself and ignored, he drank the content from that bottle almost everything and lay down again in his bed while hugging that photo between his arms, thinking that he was hugging his lover.
He stop feeling his body, he let his eyes shut, he let his respiration every moment diminish, he stop felling everything around him, but the only thing he did nt stop doing was thinking in his love and pronounce: "Sam"
