You were my best friend
You were my lover.
Life hurt. Erin knew this. Of course she knew this. It was the only thing she had been sure of for years now. So when the pang creeped up on her. Overtook her. She thought nothing of it. Shook it off. And went on with her life. Most of the time.
You were my mentor.
You were my brother.
In Chi's bed. His breathing was slow, shallow. He was fast asleep. She was not. How could she be? Sebastian's face was haunting her. Her own hastily penned words were haunting her. Her cold hands and cold feet and lonely nights. It was all just too much. That question she couldn't answer.
What was she doing? How had she got here?
And there it hung in the air above her head. The weight that pinned her to this bed. That kept her from talking to her sister. From telling Alain what she really thought. From pouring her heart out to Jordan. From being honest to Chi. From opening up to anyone. A question she could dance around. She could even think about. But one she could not answer.
You were my partner.
You were my teacher.
Her feet touched the wooden floors of the upstairs apartment. And she began to collect her things. Erin began her move into Malachi's apartment with little fanfare. Even if she didn't spend the night, she would still be able to come in around lunch. Change. And somehow in the week since she had the key-- a lot of her things had amassed. So... she collected it up. Stuffed as much as she could find or remember into that messenger bag.
You were my very own sympathetic character.
Onto the porch. And to write a note. Erin sighed, pressing her fingers to her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She had to get out of here. She needed distance. She needed to be away from Jordan and away from Chi and away from herself. She needed advice and coddling and...her mother. Erin needed her mother.
Everyone had let her get away with so much. Her mother never did. Her mother spoke straight. Her mother beat her down and left her to grow herself back on her own. Yes. She needed her mother.
Sebastian had been her everything and then so suddenly her nothing. And without him she was even more alone-- unmoored-- than she was before. A moral quagmire. She was drowning. Gasping. Erin wasn't sure what it was she wanted to do, was supposed to do, would make people happy. But she'd never figure it out here. Not with all these options and stories slowly unfolding.
And so, she snatched a Cigarette from Chi and lit it. Once she was done-- she would leave.
It wasn't that easy.
You were my keeper.
You were my anchor.
You were my family.
You were my savior.
And therein lay the issue.
And therein lay the problem.
Song by Alanis Morissette.
You were my lover.
Life hurt. Erin knew this. Of course she knew this. It was the only thing she had been sure of for years now. So when the pang creeped up on her. Overtook her. She thought nothing of it. Shook it off. And went on with her life. Most of the time.
You were my mentor.
You were my brother.
In Chi's bed. His breathing was slow, shallow. He was fast asleep. She was not. How could she be? Sebastian's face was haunting her. Her own hastily penned words were haunting her. Her cold hands and cold feet and lonely nights. It was all just too much. That question she couldn't answer.
What was she doing? How had she got here?
And there it hung in the air above her head. The weight that pinned her to this bed. That kept her from talking to her sister. From telling Alain what she really thought. From pouring her heart out to Jordan. From being honest to Chi. From opening up to anyone. A question she could dance around. She could even think about. But one she could not answer.
You were my partner.
You were my teacher.
Her feet touched the wooden floors of the upstairs apartment. And she began to collect her things. Erin began her move into Malachi's apartment with little fanfare. Even if she didn't spend the night, she would still be able to come in around lunch. Change. And somehow in the week since she had the key-- a lot of her things had amassed. So... she collected it up. Stuffed as much as she could find or remember into that messenger bag.
You were my very own sympathetic character.
Onto the porch. And to write a note. Erin sighed, pressing her fingers to her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She had to get out of here. She needed distance. She needed to be away from Jordan and away from Chi and away from herself. She needed advice and coddling and...her mother. Erin needed her mother.
Everyone had let her get away with so much. Her mother never did. Her mother spoke straight. Her mother beat her down and left her to grow herself back on her own. Yes. She needed her mother.
Sebastian had been her everything and then so suddenly her nothing. And without him she was even more alone-- unmoored-- than she was before. A moral quagmire. She was drowning. Gasping. Erin wasn't sure what it was she wanted to do, was supposed to do, would make people happy. But she'd never figure it out here. Not with all these options and stories slowly unfolding.
And so, she snatched a Cigarette from Chi and lit it. Once she was done-- she would leave.
It wasn't that easy.
You were my keeper.
You were my anchor.
You were my family.
You were my savior.
And therein lay the issue.
And therein lay the problem.
Song by Alanis Morissette.