Ribbons

1.3

you used to trip over your feet because you were clumsy,

but now it is because you're intoxicated.

we are both at this party.

the typical party with teens sharing spit, terrible music so loud it was starting to make my ears bleed, but what wasn't normal about it?

you were here, and you're h anything from normal

you stumble through the crowd of people from the party and you run into me. Tears were streaming down your face and when you saw that it was me your cried harder. I didn't like to see you cry, I hated seeing you sad.

'I'm sorry.'

you whispered this in my ear, your body limp in mine. You reeked of alcohol and this perfume that you never wore, but now you do.

I didn't say anything, I just looked at you. We haven't talked in months, and I forgot about what it was like to hold you like this.

You were so different, but deep down I could see the Jane that wasn't corrupted by everyone.

'Let me take you home,' I tell you and you nod. I carry you in my arms to my car.

How weird is this? You in my car after all these months of not talking, and we have absolutly nothing to say.

Maybe that's because your mind is clouded by alcohol and who knows what else.

I ask you about Luke, and you contain your tears at the mention of his name.

You didn't speak of what happened.

The car was in park, your house in plain view.

I bid you goodbye thinking this was it, but it wasn't.

You grabbed my hand and interwtined our fingers.

There we were sitting in the darkness of the car, the silence piercing the air, and our hands molded together.

'Goodbye Parker,' you said in your slurred words.

you let go and left.

You stumbled out of the car unable to to walk a straight line.

It was as if I consumed as much alcohol as you did because my mind is foggy from your hand intertwined with mine.