Road to Recovery

-1- Road to Recovery

Real eyes, Realize, Real lies. 

"Okay and go!" the girl said pressing play on the camera. 

"What am I suppose to say?" the guy asked. 

"The camera's rolling say your name!" she suggested. 

"But you already know it" he said in confusion. 

"I know tell the world your name" 

"Trevor William Millare" 

"What do you do for a living?" 

"The usual. Taking care of my girlfriend. Writing the journals. You know" he said. She, behind the camera stuck her tongue at him. 

"You don't have to take care of me. That's what parent's are for" 

"I'm just removing the stress from them. Your mine now." With this she smiled. 

"So tell the world anything that you think they need to know" she interviewed him some more. 

"Well. I love my girlfriend. Her name is Joanne Marie Wilson and I would die for her. I would die a slow and painful death just for her. And I would let no one mess with her. I love her this much" her said with his arm outstretched. She leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Now gimme that thing it's my turn to interview you" he smirked. They switched spots so he was holding the camera and she was being interviewed. 

"Name" 

"Joanne Wilson Millare" she smiled. 

"Occupation" 

"Full time lover" he grinned a wide grin. 

"What do you have to tell the world?" he raised an eyebrow. 

"I have no friends" she frowned slightly. 

"You don't need any. You have me. Now say something else" 

"Well, I would tell the world that...Greater love than this no man have, that a man lay down his life for his beloved" she said quoting a verse from the bible. 

"Perfect. Now say bye to the world" he said. 

"Bye" she waved to the camera. The boy laughed and kissed her. As the camera was still going, he kissed her neck as she had her hands around his neck. 

"Bye world we have some better things to do" he said as he put his hand over the lens. 

This video played at the after service for Trevor Millare's funeral.