(sorry for bad description)
When you thought a person was all that, something to hang on to, something; someone you would cherish for being the perfect puzzle piece.
When the feeling you get when you know you will never have your life as put toget...
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RYE 7am
This day was no other than the day before, I go to get my breakfast on my own once again. But after last night my eyes are bright red and I look more dead than alive. I can't believe that I actually show myself in front of other people looking like this...
I walk up to the counter.
Michael is as usual working on some papers that for some reason has to be done in the mornings. "good morning, I'll get my usual but a sweet tea" if I regret having eye contact with a person as much as I did this minute I won't ever look a person in the eyes ever again. I guess he can see that I'm a bit tired.
"Coming right up that'll be 2.50" he smiles and fumbles with the booklet as he usually do. "Great I'll be at the front." I mumble and drag myself to the table at the front of the shop.
As I leave the shop I notice something red in the bag and to my surprise there is an apple in there alongside a note. I'll read that when I'm at the office.
I arrive at the office and in a rush I walk up to my desk, I throw my jacket on the chair beside the desk and look through the bag, I pick up the apple and on the rind of the apple, there was a note. The note read a recipe on an energy drink for mornings you don't feel quite so energetic as you'd want to. I scuffed and threw the note in the trash and took a big bite out of the apple.
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5 pm
As usual I gather my stuff, I'm just about to leave the office as I remember the note that Michael left me in the bag, before thinking it through I turn around and rummage through the trash for the search off a little paper note.
I decide to go to my parents; it has been a while since I actually visited them properly. My parents more know as Gerald and Margaret Bachman is the most wonderful and peaceful people I know. As I turn up on their driveway, I see my mum reading something and my dad mowing the lawn. It looks so nice just being a couple and being together through easy and hard times.
Mum sees me coming up the drive, she smiles and puts the magazine down and wave at me. She slowly rise from the chair and walks toward me as I'm climbing out of the car.
"How is my son doing this fine day?" her wrinkly hands comes up to touch my face as to give me a kiss on the cheek.
"I'm a bit tired, I was thinking about something last night and couldn't sleep. But I got this recipe and I thought that you might want to try it with me?" a smile plastered on my face as I grab the note from my pocket.
"well yes of course! But you have to change clothes nobody wears a suit around this time of the day. Now then! Go change I think there is a towel on top of the sink in your room if you want to shower." I nod and move inside the house. The note was slipped onto the kitchen counter as I walk past, up the stairs to my old room. The room stands still in time, my old desk was standing under the window as I myself had put it when I was fourteen. The books was neatly put in the bookshelf on the right side of the desk. I was always a neat kid, I always put my things in right order and in the right spot. I was one of those good boys.
