The Others

Part 10: Sybel.

Who will listen to these tapes? Good. Now get out. I want to treat this room like a confessional.

I don't think Dave realizes how much trust I've put in him. The last person I dated, I gave her everything. She knows as much about me as I do. One day, the phone she lended me began to break. I couldn't use it, and I was kinda pissed. So I text her that it's broken. The next day, I find out it wasn't as broken as I thought. I open the phone, and I am about to text her that I fixed it, but... she'd been ignoring me anyway. So I don't. Instead I tell one of her friends I fixed the phone. We're casually talking, and my last girlfriend, flips out. Like "You know I don't like her."

We never talked again. Because I gave her the space she so obviously wanted. I suppose I should have said "Hey, seeing as you're gunna ignore me anyway, I'm going to drop off the grid for a while to give you the space you so obviously want. Btw the phone is fixed."

That would have caused more problems than not, I suppose.

At this point however... I don't really care. It doesn't matter.

I have David now.

I mustn't dwell on the past, when the present is determinate of the uncertain future. I suppose I should continue the story they've been telling. It's almost... well... You'll see.

I wake up next to Dave, a yawn and a stretch following soon after. I slip away, and start looking through Dave's music to find the perfect song.

And I find it just as he wakes up, too.

I grab his hand, and pull him up to a waltz.

"This song isn't wrong." I whisper into his ear, my head resting on his shoulder. "I wouldn't mind spending forever with you."

"I'm yours." David says.

"I know." I lean into him more.

"I'm asking a lot, asking you to care about me." David says.

"Just tell me, everyday, I get to wake up to that smile." I sing along to the last lines of the song. "I wouldn't mind it... at all. I wouldn't mind it, at all..."

"I promise you, you'll get to. Just as long as you stick with me, through thick and thin." David holds me closer.

"For better or for worse." I start.

"I promise." We say in unison.

"We better go on up to the house to get breakfast." David says. "The food in here is more of a snack than a meal."

"Alright." I chuckle, before following him outside.

I close the hatch, and run to catch up with David. As he opens up the door, I slip in and see Shara and Xania already eating pancakes, and I feel the familiar sting of the universe's energy grazing my skin, right before falling onto my side right in front of Shara, who's twenty feet from where I left David.

I get up, and walk into the kitchen, nabbing some breakfast. Completely ignoring my unskilled teleportation.