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axesladeNext part of my story that I wrote last night. Three days in a row of writing stuff I'm pretty happy with, and I don't have school on Monday so maybe this streak'll go for a bit longer. Yay! Oh, and I've decided on a title for now at least: Forgotten Memories.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I’ve been wanting this since I was a little girl, you know that. I didn’t think it needed to be discussed.”
“If you were staying here, I’d agree. But California for Godssakes…”
“It’s just for a few months.”
“I could be dead by then.”
“Cut the dramatics. You’ve been ‘hanging on by a thread’ for five years. I doubt you’ll fall apart just because I go away.”
“You should know I will Amanda. I didn’t think we’d drifted that much, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Earth to Amanda, anyone home?”
Amanda blinked, lifting her head up.
“Huh? Sorry, what were we talking about?”
“Are you feeling all right? We were discussing our wedding” Marcus smiled, kissing her hand while she blushed.
“I’m fine, just haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Poor baby. I’ll tell the crew to make you leave the studio before midnight from now on.”
Amanda laughed, shaking her head. Unlike this guy in her dreams, Marcus was totally supportive of her career. He was always doing things to help her along. Little things, like making sure she slept, or big things like driving out to the desert at three in the morning because she said she needed it to get the right feel to a song. And, she thought as he kissed her neck, Marcus really loved her. This fantasy guy kept declaring it, but his actions showed otherwise. If he loved her, he’d be supporting. Even if he was sick and dying from whatever horrible disease he had, he would find a new doctor and move with her. That’s what real lovers did.
~~~~~~
“Where were you?”
“Rehearsing, I told you that before I left.”
“You also said you’d be back at ten. It’s almost one.”
“Jesus Jer, we were having technical problems.”
“Three hours worth?”
“What’s going on?”
“…Are you seeing someone else? If you are I’ll understand. I know I can’t do everything for you like other men can-“
“How can you think that? I love you Jeremy.”
“You have needs.”
“If I needed them met that badly, I would have left you a long time ago. Now let’s go to bed.”
Jeremy snapped out of his trance when he realized the five pills were still in his hand. He set down the nail polish he’d been staring at, swallowing the medicine. He wasn’t sure why he kept Amanda’s things. Five years since that letter and her presence still permeated the apartment. She had only taken the essentials with her, so all the decorations and frills of their life together were still intact, yet strangely detached from the signs of his bachelorhood.
Occasionally he would come upon clothes she had left behind, things that some how found their way in with his month worth of dirty clothes. He could have given them away, but he didn’t. Nor did he throw out the lipsticks and nail polishes still residing in the medicine cabinet beside his anti-viral meds and aftershave. And, unlike most men who received something even colder than a Dear John letter, he could never work up the strength to burn or destroy the pictures, the frozen moments of love she had left behind.
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I’ve been wanting this since I was a little girl, you know that. I didn’t think it needed to be discussed.”
“If you were staying here, I’d agree. But California for Godssakes…”
“It’s just for a few months.”
“I could be dead by then.”
“Cut the dramatics. You’ve been ‘hanging on by a thread’ for five years. I doubt you’ll fall apart just because I go away.”
“You should know I will Amanda. I didn’t think we’d drifted that much, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Earth to Amanda, anyone home?”
Amanda blinked, lifting her head up.
“Huh? Sorry, what were we talking about?”
“Are you feeling all right? We were discussing our wedding” Marcus smiled, kissing her hand while she blushed.
“I’m fine, just haven’t been sleeping well.”
“Poor baby. I’ll tell the crew to make you leave the studio before midnight from now on.”
Amanda laughed, shaking her head. Unlike this guy in her dreams, Marcus was totally supportive of her career. He was always doing things to help her along. Little things, like making sure she slept, or big things like driving out to the desert at three in the morning because she said she needed it to get the right feel to a song. And, she thought as he kissed her neck, Marcus really loved her. This fantasy guy kept declaring it, but his actions showed otherwise. If he loved her, he’d be supporting. Even if he was sick and dying from whatever horrible disease he had, he would find a new doctor and move with her. That’s what real lovers did.
“Where were you?”
“Rehearsing, I told you that before I left.”
“You also said you’d be back at ten. It’s almost one.”
“Jesus Jer, we were having technical problems.”
“Three hours worth?”
“What’s going on?”
“…Are you seeing someone else? If you are I’ll understand. I know I can’t do everything for you like other men can-“
“How can you think that? I love you Jeremy.”
“You have needs.”
“If I needed them met that badly, I would have left you a long time ago. Now let’s go to bed.”
Jeremy snapped out of his trance when he realized the five pills were still in his hand. He set down the nail polish he’d been staring at, swallowing the medicine. He wasn’t sure why he kept Amanda’s things. Five years since that letter and her presence still permeated the apartment. She had only taken the essentials with her, so all the decorations and frills of their life together were still intact, yet strangely detached from the signs of his bachelorhood.
Occasionally he would come upon clothes she had left behind, things that some how found their way in with his month worth of dirty clothes. He could have given them away, but he didn’t. Nor did he throw out the lipsticks and nail polishes still residing in the medicine cabinet beside his anti-viral meds and aftershave. And, unlike most men who received something even colder than a Dear John letter, he could never work up the strength to burn or destroy the pictures, the frozen moments of love she had left behind.
