Escrita por: Ashrose
I felt a pounding in my temple, and knew that I had lived. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
The smell of coffee convinced me to open my eyes and search for the source.
I was in a soft bed, with plain cotton sheets. Alec was sitting in a chair at the window, looking down on traffic. He looked relaxed, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the strain in his back, the way his hands trembled slightly as he lifted a cup of coffee to his lips.
He jumped, The coffee sloshed out of his mug and onto his pants. He looked at them sadly. I realize that saying ‘what happened’ is a totally cliche thing to do, but sometimes it’s fun to be a cliche.
“You do realize that that was a totally cliche thing to say, right?”
I smiled. It’s like he could read my mind. “Yeah, but that’s one of my questions, along with ‘where are we’, ‘want to continue where we left off’, and ‘who is with us’.”
Alec’s smirk fell from his face. “Well. I think we’re the only two who made it out alive. I went back to look through the wreckage, and I didn’t find anything. Or anyone. And we had this secret messaging app. If we ever got separated, we would know the others were okay, without people finding out. But I haven’t heard anything from them. This is my apartment. I’ve had it for awhile. I needed a place to get away from it all. We are still in New York, if you were wondering. And I do not want to do anything like last night.”
I felt Alec’s pain, and I wanted to comfort him, but I couldn’t. I had trained myself for years to hide behind my clothes and makeup. The one time I had opened up had ended very badly. I let my mind wander for a moment.
Camille and I had both been young. We had thought that love lasts forever, and for a while, it did. But then she turned bitter. She said that I was not enough, and began seeking the company of other men. When I tried to break it off, she promised to stop, said she would love me forever.
But it happened again.
Each time I took her back, and that feeling of hopelessness grew. I finally realized that she was never going to change, and told her to get out of my life and never come back.
She committed suicide that night.
The guilt of it comes back every once in a while, but I have begun to lose all feeling on the subject of Camille Belcourt. She was ancient history in my mind.
For now, I had to conquer this man in front of me.