Never Signing Off

  Chapter 12 Drifting Apart I haven't spoken to Hunter since we got back from our short-lived paradise. Neither of us knew what to say, deciding it was best to say nothing at all. He left right away, heading to an acoustic set he had planned last month. He didn't ask if I wanted to tag along and I didn't ask if I could. I stayed home, he didn't come back and the next thing I knew, I was packing a second suitcase and heading here. I can't say I mind. The air was getting thin and it was getting hard to see the point of opening my eyes. Here, it's like a second chance. I can't let myself fall too far off the wagon, because there are two people keeping an eye on me. No, what I do have a problem with is the lack of privacy here. It's not like his house, where there are far too many rooms for either of us to know what to do with. Here, it's three of us sharing one bed. We haven't been intimate since I got here. Or, rather, we haven...

  Chapter 11 Hard Luck Story Crystal has this issue with sleeping alone. Of course, there's only one bed in this small apartment, so we'd be sharing anyway. But even in the biggest house, she'd find herself draped over whoever was available and willing. It used to bother me whenever I saw the two of them in bed together. I'd feel a hint of jealousy, like she was overstepping her boundaries. The more I got to know her, the more I just felt sorry for her. I only met her a few weeks ago, when she was attached to his hip. I didn't know her very well, but my initial opinion wasn't flattering. I thought she was overbearing and using her looks to win him over. I had no idea how wrong I would turn out to be. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her body. She has pure intentions and she wears her heart on her sleeve too. She is as sweet as she is beautiful and I know she'd never do anything to hurt this relationship. Or any other relationship, for that ...

  Chapter 10 Run & Never Look Back I haven't pulled myself from this bed in days. I feel like time is just slipping between my fingers. It's a concept that's eluding me. No matter how hard I try to get a hold of it, it's just slipping away. Time has decided to run and never look back. I guess I'm expected to do the same. I ignore the way my stomach is rumbling. I haven't eaten in days, either. I haven't slept. Hunter has been gone, so it's been nothing but the silent lulls, echoing throughout the house. A window left open downstairs has occasionally startled me. But I can't bring myself to go close it. Even if the breeze has managed to get upstairs, chilling me to the bone. I wouldn't feel it. My bones are already cold and my skin is kept warm from the glow of the whiskey bottle I keep beside the bed. I've been relying on it heavily. I think, a little too heavily. I've been seeing double for at least an hour. Everything has ...

  Chapter 9 Unwelcome Home Hunter had this idea to spend the weekend alone in a hotel room. I never asked what brought on his sudden need for alone time, but I didn't really care. I accepted his offer and that was all he needed to hear. We didn't go far, only a few cities over. It wasn't about the distance between our house and the hotel. It was about the distance between us and the world. In that hotel room, the world outside didn't matter at all. It was as though we were the only two people left in the entire world. Well, us and room service. I can't deny, it was nice. The first morning, we woke up together. There was nothing magical about waking up together, but it had been so long since it happened. Usually, one of us is up and out long before the other one. It's easier to deny our lack of interest in one another when we spend enough time away from each other. We didn't end up getting out of bed until well after noon. Even then, it was ...

  Chapter 8 Eloquent Reveries She's moving around the small living room of their now-shared apartment, swaying against the music that's turned just a little too loud for four in the morning. She's got a joint hanging out of her mouth, then in her hand, then back to her mouth. She's wearing a bob cut wig that's a combination of orange and red. She's drunk by now. Beyond drunk, actually. She's reached a level of intoxication that's rare for her. Rare for anyone, actually. It's more rare how she handles her alcohol with such grace. It's because she drinks to have a good time, not to forget the world she doesn't want to be living in. Her movements are fluid. There's an elegance. It shows in the way her hips cock upwards, then back down as she's moving. Her ripped up t-shirt is riding up her torso, revealing the curves she does her best to accentuate. I can see why she would. Her skin is smooth, not a single imperfection. She...

This series is being uploaded on YouTube as audio files .  You can bookmark the playlist and I'll keep adding the books as I finish recording them.

  Chapter 7 Glass Of Water I can hear footsteps, creaking along the floorboards at the foot of my bed. Each step seems to be coming closer to the end of the curtain that surrounds our bed. Hunter hates the curtain, but I can't sleep without it there. Otherwise, I'm staring restlessly at what feels like an endless void beyond the foot of the bed. Right now, those footsteps are light. Undetermined. Hunter is asleep beside me, so I know that it isn't him. We don't have pets anymore, not since our cat ran away a few months ago. Ironically, the cat made it across town and was adopted by him . So I can visit the cat anytime I want to. Hunter doesn't know that, of course. He wouldn't care anyway. He only bought the cat as a decoration. It was something to fill the silence between us. He knew that words weren't going to be enough anymore. It was a peace offering, I think. He wanted to stop the war of silence. He doesn't seem to realize that the silence...