Ryan

Planted in my lungs

Alex comes home a couple hours later. He stares at you awkwardly. "You're still here" he mumbles. You nod and stand up to walk over to him. "Why?" he slurs.

"Have you been drinking?" you ask.

"Yep" he says, pushing past you to go into the kitchen. You follow him. He pulls out a beer from the fridge and opens it.

"Haven't you drunk enough?" you ask, attempting to snatch the bottle away from him. He holds it high in the air, out of reach.

"You're not my girlfriend anymore, why d'you care?" he slurs, raising his eyebrow. Your heart aches.

"Yes I am, Alex. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking" you cry.

"Isn't that a fucking shame" he whispers, close to your face. Then, he takes a sip of his beer. You stand, tears pouring out your eyes. You start getting angry.

"You want me, I know you do" you yell.

"Nuh-uh" he says, walking over to the couch and plopping himself down on it.

"Uh-huh" you say. He stares at you.

"Okay, yes. I do want you. I want you more than anything in this entire universe. More than my band, more than my own health. You're the one thing that keeps me alive. I'm infatuated with you, you're constantly on my mind. You're planted in my lungs and you're helping me breathe. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I want you so fucking much. But then you go and leave me. I'd do anything for you, even if I had to be stabbed repeatedly every waking second of my life. But you go and take away my insides, what I need to live. And it's so sudden. It's like being hit by a truck, my life flashes before my eyes and suddenly I'm drowning, drowning deeper than any sea. So yes, Darcy. I want you." he says, then takes another sip of beer.