I groggily rolled over to see what time it was. According to my IPhone 6s, the time was 7:21 in the morning, finally Saturday. Beautiful, that was the only word I could think of as I rolled back over and looked at my girlfriend Nicole's angelic, sleeping face. It took every ounce of my will power to avoid tucking the peice of hair that had gone astray behind her ear. I didn't want to disturb such an adorably peaceful looking person.
As much as I hated to, I got up and walked across the hallway and into the bathroom. "Damn, why do I always look like this?" I groaned as I quietly walked away from the mirror and back into the bedroom. I decided that I really needed a shower, so I started to look for some clothes to wear after I got out. After standing in front of the closet for, like, ten minutes, I made a decision. I decided to wear Nicole's black Metallica shirt with my skinny jeans and black Vans; I even decided to change my lip ring to the one Nicole got me for our recent four-year anniversary. I then proceeded to make my way to the bathroom to take a shower, but not before sneaking over to Nicole's side of the bed and planting a kiss on her forehead.
After the refreshing shower, I wandered into the kitchen and decided to cook breakfast. I wound up making blueberry pancakes, which are Nicole's favourite, along with bacon and eggs. As with anything I do, I couldn't cook without some music. As anyone who knew me could expect, I played my personal favourite: Psychosocial by Slipknot. However, I didn't play the music too loud, for fear of waking up Nicole. The whole time I was cooking, I was head banging and jumping around and singing into the spatula. God, I am so glad Nicole wasn't awake to see that.
Just as I was plating the last pancake, someone came up to me from behind and enveloped me in a loving embrace like no one else could. "Good morning, beautiful," Nicole murmured over the song that was now playing; it was Cancer by Twenty Øne Piløts. Nicole had a special way of hugging me that made me feel like everything was right in life and that I was the most loved person in the entire world. She let go much to soon and I immediately missed her comforting warmth that I had grown so accustomed to. "Good morning," I replied with a small smile that somehow always appeared when I was near her.
"That wouldn't happen to be my shirt you're wearing, would it?" Nicole asked with a smirk playing on her perfectly rounded lips while she took a seat at the counter.
"No it is not, babe," I replied, smiling, as I grabbed both of our plates and took a seat in front of her, "This is our shirt," I added with a small laugh.
Nicole laughingly rolled her eyes and looked down at her plate. When she noticed what I had cooked, I kid you not, she looked just like a little kid on Christmas; her face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree. "You are literally the best girlfriend ever, Kris." She wound up eating both of her pancakes before I even ate half of mine. It was in that moment, when she looked up at me with her milk chocolate-coloured eyes, that I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Nicole Marie Achins. After we both finished eating, I washed the dishes and we settled in on the couch. It was now 11:46 AM. We continued to watch a couple of episodes of a show we had both become rather obsessed with: Supernatural. We watched the show about the two brothers in comfortable silence, that is except for the occasional remarks or comments on the show. In the middle of the second episode, the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it, baby," Nicole said when I sighed and tried to get up. I listened as she opened the door as to try and figure out who it was.
"Hello sweetie! I was just in the neighbourhood and I thought I would pay you and... her a visit." Great, it was Nicole's (extremely homophobic) mother, Karen. I know she tries to seem accepting, but you can see the disgust in her eyes when I do much as try to put my arm around Nicole. Whenever that... woman is around we have to, using the witch's exact words, "keep the 'gay shit' to a minimum." Ugh, I can't stand that woman! But I tolerate her, if only for Nicole's sake.
When the two entered the room, I put on the best smile I could muster while in the presence of such a judgemental bitch. It was clear that the bitch herself was putting up an equally hard fight maintaining a calm exterior mask, but anyone could see the burning hatred in her eyes when she glanced my way. I offered the only greeting I could, which was a slight nod, and went back to watching TV. I tried my best to block out the other two but couldn't help but overhear one particular question from Nicole's mother. "Are you sure this whole 'gay' thing isn't just a phase, dear?" At this, I couldn't help but give a small laugh and shake my head. "Mother, can you please not bring this up again?" Nicole replied, her patience noticeably running thin. I had to get out of that room. A phase?! The nerve that woman has! If she wasn't the one who gave birth to the love of my life, I might teach her a thing or two! I got a little worried when I heard yelling coming from the kitchen. Then, after a few moments of silence, Nicole's mother spoke again. "Well, I can see my presence is no longer welcome. I'll see myself out." Finally! The witch took a hint!
I returned to the living room to find a rather depressed-looking Nicole. "Awww, what happened, sweetheart?" I asked as I took a seat beside her. She played her head on my shoulder and I put my arm around her. "That vile woman had the nerve to tell me that I was going to hell for being gay! Me, her only child!" Nicole exclaimed angrily. "Hey, hey. Calm down, baby," I said while I started comfortingly rubbing her shoulder, "We both know how your mother can be." I added, kissing the top of Nicole's head. I could feel her loosen up a little, but I could still feel the anger radiating off of her. She spent the rest of the day being clearly being sad but pretending to be okay, it was especially noticeable when we played Call of Duty and I won. I never win! I acted like I didn't notice though, because I knew that I had to leave the next morning and stay gone for a while week! My job as a journalist required that I go from my home in L.A., California, to somewhere in New York to interview a few locals about the recent job and power shortages.
Little did I know, that day would be the last day I saw the love of my life alive.
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Death Of A Lover
Mystery / Thriller"Little did I know, that day would be the last day I saw her alive."
