The Mic and The Act (A Short Story)

Last Whiskey for the Evening

Son if you're wondering where she is now, just go outside and look at the cinema's you'd see her name in them.

Don't bother paying for the bottle of whiskey and you can get another one.

I'm being generous tonight as someone is listening to my sappy story of how I lost my beloved Matilda to fame and fortune.

Don't also bother asking why a lot of wannabe singers are here, the owner of this bar was just once like them.

If you've had too much drink to comprehend what I told you, I'm the owner of this bar.

Truth be told I bought this bar in hopes that one day she would walk right through the doors of this bar, looking for me; that didn't happen though.

She's probably having a good time and a good life in as a famous actress, I'm glad that one of us got to follow our dreams; even if that meant losing one another.

You get me already, no matter how long you've met, no matter how long you were together, no matter how much you love a person, no matter how much you give, if a person is meant to be in your life they will try hard to be in it and stay no matter how hard it is.

It took me a long time to understand why she would do that to me, but the universe always conspire against us, giving everything we asked for then only to take it back later on.

I just wish that in another life it would be her I end up with,

because it'll always be her that I love.