"What's your advice about life?"
"Live Fast, Die Young." She said low. "Life taught me that in mere seconds we might be not breathing anymore and everything will be gone. So you've got to live your life as much as you can. Do e everything you want t...
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The sun shines bright up in the sky, making the weather warm and welcoming, as I walk through Los Angeles streets feeling lost and out of my mind.
Last night's events play in loop in my mind and they make me feel frustrated. For much I hate it, I can't help myself but smile and feel happiness growing inside my chest as I remember how good his touch felt. His lips against mine so sweet and his voice ringing in my ears so tenderly.
I hate myself for loving him so much and being so weak that I couldn't send him away. I hate myself for falling into his embrace once again.
And now I just ran away from him like a fucking coward, because I can't face him. I know I'm not strong enough to send him away.
I still love him just as much as I did six months ago and nothing hurts more than tell him to go away like I did.
Why did I do that? To save both of us from pain? But are we really suffering less than we would if we were still together?
Looking around, I try to distract myself from the self doubt i'm drown in. Spotting a Mcdonalds down the street, I decide to go have lunch, since I've been wondering in LA streets for three hours and haven't eaten anything yet.
As I open the door, a familiar voice echoes through my ears and I look up, findinging a mop of curls with a smile looking at me.
"Slash!" I exclaim. It has been so long since I last saw him. It was in San Francisco, when I gave my first concert. It has been a while.
"I missed you, doll." He tells me and we both get inside.
"I missed you too." I agree. "It has been a while."
"I went to see your show last night. It was an amazing show by the way. But after I went to look for you, your drummer told me you had left."
"Yeah..." Memories from last night flashes through mind and I try my best to push them away. "I wasn't feeling really well last night."
The curly head nods, understanding. It's our turn to order and after much insistment from Slash to pay for my lunch, we order our food.
With our food in hand, we go sit down and start talking about nothing specifically. At least is helping me taking my mind off some unwanted things.
Until Slash makes me a question that I wasn't expecting. "Did you see Duff last night when you were leaving?"
"No, why?" I spit out a lie while shaking my head, wondering if he's still at my apartment, or if he has already given up yet. But knowing him as I do, I can tell he hasn't. I just wish I'm wrong.
"I haven't seen him since last night. He didn't sleep at home and I'm actually worried about him." The last words make me frown.
"Why are you worried? Maybe he just went home with someone else..." Am I implying that Duff went out sleeping with some woman to his worried best friend when I know damn well where he slept? Yes, I am. But I also know Duff habits before he met him, so it shouldn't be a surprise for Slash if that was the case.
