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EDDIE
The phone in Eddie's hand was barely caught as he stared up at the ceiling from the bathtub. Sixty-three cracks and two tubes that needed fixing. But, still no calls. He pitied his state at that moment; a beer hanging from his grasp and his worn body plopped across the delving ceramic. He eyed the four other bottles that lined the counter near his tub, scoffing at the fact that even alcohol refused to consume his thoughts.
He lifted the rim of the dark bottle to his lips, the amber liquid igniting a fire that he wished not to be doused. He groaned, squeezing his fist around the bottle.
He could still smell her. Feel her. The sweet, beguiling scent that drowned him in his sanity. His head swam in the thin crevice between real and unreal but he could clearly tell that it was intoxication affecting him resentfully before he could question the possibilities. Eddie's mind swirled with her every thought, the smile, the sound of her voice and soft synchrony of her breaths. He willed it to be gone but it kept jouncing back - like some moth to the flame, as poets say. Laura was an enigma, a symbol of his conviction to endure.
Suddenly, he saw her. He was undeviatingly in front of her. She was in his favorite night clothes, a black laced-satin dress and her soft-skinned legs entwined with his. Laura had a small scar near her delicate lips that furthered into dimples every time she grinned. He saw the same grin he thought of stretch past her gentle face, her eyes prodding for attention. Just like her last name, so were her eyes. Sharp and stirring brown and if he noticed correctly, a crest of thin grey around the deep brown.
She raised her fingertips to his arm, stroking the underside of his palms with her thumb. Her lips soundlessly moved as if conveying a secret message but he remained put. He refused to move forward and decrypt her words, closing his eyes and wanting it to be gone.
How could she not trust him? Was he so ruthless and cruel that she wouldn't share the news about herself to him? Eddie started to bridle with the imminent insecurities, wondering how the one woman he thought he could be open-minded to was never going to be reverse his feelings. Somehow, deep down, he knew something was off.
Laura was the kind of person who wouldn't hesitate to speak her mind. In fact, she never hesitated. But when he felt her freeze at his blurted sentences, Eddie was certain of a dilemma. Something bothered her behind the situation and he knew, it was big.
Meanwhile, Venom was unable to differentiate his blundering thoughts. Time passed, minutes turning to hours and soon, the sunlight bleeding through the tiny window pane above them.
Our female needs us.
'Yeah, she does,' he said uninterested but feeling the opposite on the inside. He filled himself with more of the fiery liquor, grimacing tightly.
