Stuck In Quarantine

3.

James stood in the middle of his kitchen. Staring off into space. He didn't know how to act right now. He was angry, but his sadness and disappointment was stronger than his anger. He reached over to the counter with the open bottle of Bailey's on it, and grabbed it. He took a big swig, and held it in his mouth for a second. Letting the taste of Irish Cream wash over his entire palate, before swallowing it back. With the bottle in hand, he walked to his phoned and picked it up. Unlocking it, and going straight to his picture folder. He scrolled through the hundreds of photos he had of Stacy, and him with Stacy. He looked at each one with overwhelming sadness.
But the more he scrolled through, the more his sadness turned to anger. Until he couldn't take it anymore. He double clicked on a photo and pressed select all. And then he pressed the trash bin icon. James watched all those photos, all those memories. Disappear from his device. He took his phone and brought into the bedroom. He laid it down on his night stand, next to his laptop. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a red, Beats by Dr. Dre Pill speaker. He hooked up his phone to the system, and went on his Spotify, clicking a playlist and pressing play on, Puddle of Mud-She (Fucking) Hates Me.
James took another big swig from the bottle of Bailey's and let the sweetness of it, swirl down his throat. He wiped his mouth with his arm. Looking at his bedroom, as it was filled with Stacy's things, too. He knew what else he had to do. He cranked the volume of the song up, as loud as the speaker would go, and went to work.
He went the closet that him and Stacy shared. He opened the sliding door, and looked at all her things in disgust. He grabbed all of her clothes off their hangers, and threw them on his bed. Shirt, dresses, suits, skirts, anything and everything that was her clothing, James took out of the closet. He then knelt down, and gathered all of her shoes off the closet floor.

"Who the fuck needs this many shoes!?" James yelled, as he gathered everything. "You barely wear any of this shit! So much money wasted, mine and yours!"

He threw everything on top of her clothes. Shoes, high heels, flats, and flip-flops. Everything Stacy owned was always designer brand, and expensive. James quickly went into the kitchen, and came back with an armful of large garbage bags. He grabbed her clothes with the shoes on top, and bundled it up. And threw it into a bag. Everything on the bed went into a garbage bag. And then the bags went from his bedroom, to the empty hallway.
One garbage bag after another. By the time he was done with her clothes, he had 5 full bags in the hallway. Then he went to work on her dresser. Dumping each drawer onto the bed. Her sock drawer, her underwear and bra drawer. Like her clothes before, her underwear and bras were all designer brand. He stuffed it all angrily into the bags.

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On the other side of James's apartment. Celeste was hearing the whole ordeal. The music, and his yelling. She was in her kitchen, making a cup of green tea. Still wearing her Rolling Stones shirt, and Spongebob pants. She was leaned up against her blue granite, kitchen counter, her kitchen wall was the dividing wall between her and, James's bedroom. Her kitchen was the exact same layout as James's, the only thing different were the countertops.
Celeste just stood there, listening, slowly stiring the tea bag around her cup. She didn't know what to do, especially in the situation they were in. If it was any other normal day, she would walk over there and talk to James. She thought it would help him. Him speaking to someone who had gone through, what he is now going through.
The only thing she could do, was just sit and listen. She put her stir spoon down, and cupped her large, white mug, with both hands.
Bringing it to her lips and taking a small sip, thinking on what to do. She heard James's door open again, and slam again. She placed her cup on the counter and walked to her door. She opened it a crack, and peaked through. She could see in the hallway, garbage bag, after garbage bag. She opened her door wider.