After discovering the truth behind her part in Richard's life Juliette returns home. They say time heals everything, but as time goes on both break more and more inside with each passing day. Everyday life without each other isn't the same, and it i...
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J U L I E T T E
I inserted the key to my apartment, turning the knob. I sigh and kick off my flats, drop off my messenger bag and art portfolio in my room and placing my hair in a bun. As I remove my makeup I can see the dark circles and without the perfect coverage of my concealer the redness in my eyes is more vibrant. I look away, not wanting to pity myself more than I already do. I go on and take my usual hot shower, and then slip on an oversized tee and some black boxer style panties.
I microwave something quick to eat, then hop on the couch to watch some Netflix. I stopped watching cable after I left California. I couldn't stand to watch him and seeing his face as I flipped through channels. It hurt too much to see him smiling and happy while I was dying inside. I'd also logged out of all my social media and deleted the apps too. My number was changed just in case Oscar or him tried to contact me, which I don't doubt they did. Sometimes I was so close to reaching out to him and tell him I missed him and that I was dying to go back to him, but it's not that easy. I'm still hurt after all these weeks.
To my surprise Netflix wasn't responding because Marisol hadn't payed it yet. I sigh, having no choice but to watch cable. I flipped through the old people channels, knowing I wouldn't see him in one of those. I found AXS tv or some shit like that, and they were giving the X-Factor so I figured why not. I ate my cup noodles then just kicked back and chilled for the rest of the time after. My eyes began to close from the lack of sleep of the past days and just as I was about to fall in a deep sleep the familiar tune of a song I've grown to know all too well came on. I sat up reaching over for the remote as Little Mix began to sing their remix of Reggaeton Lento.
My heart raced, and my hands seemed to be frozen as I debated whether to watch or not. By the way my heart began to pick up pace I was certain Richard would come up. I remember when I couldn't go to some interviews and events with them I would always watch them on TV. I had grown familiar with the tingles and heartbeats as I knew the times Richard would come up.
I felt so out of it as I sat there, slowly reaching for the remote. I wanted to just snatch it off the coffee table, flip the damn TV off and head to bed to forget it all. But now it was right in front of me. My heart felt some excitement for the first time since I've left knowing it would get to see him, even if it was just through a screen. I hadn't seen his face and his smile in so long, it felt like I owed it to myself a single glimpse, even if it hurts me more in the end. Just a few seconds.
The camera switched to a different direction after the girls sang the intro, and the first thing I see is Erick. A second after Richard comes up right behind him, and now they're side by side. My breath hitches and my legs weaken at the sight of him. I inch closer almost immediately, and my eyes are glued to the screen. My hand falls to my side helplessly as I lose any drive of getting the remote. I'm hypnotized as I see him dance and sing on that stage. His voice brings up all kind of wonderful emotions I haven't felt in so long. His familiar features bring me back to times where I woke up next to him, and admired him seconds before he woke up. It's weird to see him through a screen and imagine him so vividly, to the point where I feel his warm skin and pick up the mesmerizing scent of Versace cologne.
