Drugs & Gloves

"I love you"

Love is a weird feeling. Hope was that kind of person who loved jokes and was never really serious, Owen used to have a hard time figuring out weither she was serious or not. However it became easyer and easyer through out the years. He noticed that her left hand was twitching as she lied.

He tried to call the girl back.
Beep, beep, beep.
Nothing, she did not pick up. He looked at Blue on the side of his bed.
"What should I do?"
He asked as if he would get an answer.
"She loves me? She loves me, she loves me!"
He thought he was dreaming, could those words be real?

Owen knew where she lived and with one thought in his head, she loves me, he drove to her house only to find her on the floor. The room reeked of alcohol.

A few pill on the floor and a broken vodka bottle. Kneeling down he touched her soft face gently. Idiot. He thought but he did understand her, she looked peaceful. Carefully Owen took her into his arms hand put her down on the bed. He cleaned his hands up from the blood and prepared some aspirin and water for Hope as she would soon wake up.

Owen knew this place well and it looked the same as it did when he last vitited her.

He looked around in her room and she still had those pictures of them on her wall. Even Blue was in one. Owen missed it. Missed her.

Hope woke up with a lovely headache to see Owen in her room, watching her old pictures.
"Stalker" she said and he turned to a smiling old friend. He walked over to the bed and handed over the water and aspirin which Hope quickly took.

It was just the two of them in the room. The house was empty and streets were quiet. Everything that had happened was just a distant memorie.

"I love you" she told him and he blushed. Now he knew she ment it.
"You can say it back you know" his smile grow bigger and he leaned forward to kiss her. Never had the world felt more peacefull.
"I love you too Hope"