Small black flowers that grow in the sky

William's last words

You ask the driver if you can sleep in the car. You pay him in advance. You close your eyes for what it seemed like a second. You open them up and see the car parked outside of Richey's flat. You exit the car and go straight to the car park. His car has not arrived yet. You decide to head to his door and wait there. You sit on the floor leaning on his door. You start biting your nails as you know you're running out of time.

- How the fuck di—nevermind.

- Richard

- You should leave

- No. let me explain

- There's nothing to explain – He says as he enters the key to his flat - You're nothing but a slut. A groupie

- Fair enough. Lash out on me but I need to explain, then I can leave you alone if that's what you want

- I'm done

- That's cool but hear me out

- What the hell for? It's all rubbish

- You can decide later. Let me in, I don't have much time

- You have 5 minutes – He sighs

He gets in and leaves the door open for you. He places his car keys, his tollbooth ticket, some change in coins and his passport on the table. He sits on the floor avoiding looking at you. You sigh and sit at his dinner table.

- It all started the morning after we were together, I went to take a shower and he entered the bathroom. I thought it was you at first. He grabbed me by the knees and I couldn't let go

- Was he good?

- Don't do this, Rich

- You started it

- I couldn't say no. he was already down there and it just got...

- Answer

- Why do you do this?

- All of you have been lying to me for years

- After it was done, I couldn't stay to tell you what had happened. I had to leave or I would have died.

- Uh?

- See... There can't be two "me" on the same timeline. I had a couple of minutes left after it was done. I wrote you a note and I left. There was nothing I could do

- Why didn't you say anything tonight?

- How could I? You were a fucking mess. My arm still hurts. I've thrown up at least 3 times so far

- Any reason why you ended up on his bed again?

- After we were together, I went to reception to check out and to get cigs from the corner shop. He was there. He recognized me. We had a nasty argument and then he stormed off saying he was going to your room to tell you everything.

- And..?

- I went to your room, he wasn't there and you were asleep. Just like I had left earlier. I tried to calmed down but I couldn't so I went to his room to ask what the fuck is wrong with him?

- So you tripped, fell and landed on his dick

- It's more complicated than that. He was saying how worried he was for you, that if I could truly make you get better, he would be happy, however...

- Yes?

- Well he started getting near and breathing heavy... and I just couldn't. He means nothing to me. I came back for you. Not him.