Never Signing Off

  Chapter 14 Ticket The front door bursts open like it's the end of the world. Startled, I roll off the couch and onto the floor, making a "thud" sound as I land against the wooden panels. I look up to see him coming around the corner. But he doesn't seem hurried or panicked. He seems excited, like he's on top of the world. He could be a little more, subtle, instead of practically ripping the door off it's hinges. But, whatever. He's paying for the apartment. If he wants to destroy something, he can. “ Where is Crystal?” He asks, looking around the room. I look around as well, following his direction. “ I wouldn't know. I think I passed out.” I dismiss. He raises his eyebrow, knowing I never sleep during the day. I also don't sleep unless he's around these days, but he doesn't know that yet. I just don't want to acknowledge her departure. She asked me to keep it between the two of us for now. I think she has a date, but s...

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  Chapter 13 Girl Talk "He really loves you, you know." Her voice rings softly. I nod, absentmindedly with my hands wrapped tightly around my coffee cup. We're sitting on the living room floor of their apartment. Her legs are crossed and she's got her coffee cup sitting in the center. I've got my legs pulled to my chest, reflecting the defeat I feel inside. My cup is perched on my knees. “ I know he does.” I agree, for the sake of making conversation. My eyes look up from the floor, studying her attire this morning. She's wearing one of his t-shirts and it's practically hanging off her fragile shoulders. At least one of them, because it's bare. In place of the fabric is a tattoo Crystal has that stretches all the way down her back. It's one of many bigger pieces that she has. It's a string of assorted flowers from the back of her neck to her ankle, spiraling around different parts of her body to make an impact. For such a sweet and...

 

  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 ...