There’s no one like you. No one.
Mia
Some of the ink on the page is blotted with her tears. I should never have opened this fucking letter. I’m doing the right thing, but then why does it feel so fucking shitty? A year has almost passed and there is still a sick feeling in my stomach about leaving Mia.
I pace around the balcony and punch the stucco wall so hard, my knuckles trickle with blood.
She had to fucking beg.
Alicia Keys – Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart
Another week done at Alea. The job that used to bring me so much joy is now another reminder of the void. Memories of Tax are everywhere. I can’t escape him. He’s imprinted on every part of my life. I know it’s weird I still live in the house where I was shot, but there are so many good memories here too. I am afraid if I move on, I’ll lose some of them.
I enter my house, kicking off my shoes, but I leave the light off like an unspoken wish.
Today has been really hard. It’s the one year anniversary of the day I was shot, the day I learned I was pregnant and lost our baby, and the day I last saw Tax.
I used every last bit of strength I had to keep it together at work, but in the safety of the walls of my house, I give myself permission to fall apart.
I go into my bedroom with my clothes still on, lie in bed, and weep. The heartache is as fresh as the first day. Somewhere in the darkness and tears, I drift to sleep.
In the tranquil haze of sleep is where I am most alive. It’s where I get to see Tax, and sometimes even, our baby.
Tax wraps his arms around me. His warmth, the firmness of his muscles, and his smell cloak me. My sadness lifts away as he fills the void he created when he left. He brushes my hair away from my face, and then wipes my tears.
“I’m sorry babe,” he says, the gentle breeze of his whisper caressing the shell of my ear. “I’m so sorry.”
This is the first time he has spoken in a dream since he left. I had almost forgotten what his voice sounds like: rich and haunted.
“I miss you so much,” I say to him.
“I’m here, Mia.”
He plays with the purple streak in my hair. I’ve kept it in, hoping one day he’d come back and twirl it in his fingers again.
“I thought I was doing the right thing for you. But I can’t say no to you. I just don’t know how to do the right thing by you. I don’t want to keep hurting you.”
“Just be here. It’s all you have to do,” I say.
“You always end up getting your way, don’t you?” I feel his smile against my shoulder, then a kiss.
“Please don’t leave me again. I can’t take it anymore. I can’t keep doing this without you,” I say.
“I won’t,” he says, his baritone voice humming against my temple. “And I never did.”
This is the part where the dream ends.
I always pray it won’t, that when I turn around and reach for his face to kiss him, I won’t wake up in an empty bed with only sobs to fill the silence. Maybe one day, the dream will become my life so I can stop living in this nightmare.
I turn to face Tax, the faint glow of the moonlight and a street lamp allow me to see the brightly colored tangle of snakes on his neck. Before reaching out, I look up towards the stubble on his square jawline, his plump lips, his warm brown eyes, and thick hair rustled against my pillow. I inhale his scent, arousing and comforting all at once.
I stare into his cocoa eyes, trying to take him in one last time, before I wake up alone, before I go back to my waking nightmare.
I reach for his face.
His stubble prickles my hand. His pillowy lips press against my tear-stained ones. His tongue flicks gently against mine, stoking flames that had dampened since the day he left. The taste of his kiss skates across my tastebuds. His strong hand slides up my shirt and grips my hip, as his thumb softly passes up and down against my scar.
I open my eyes.
He’s still here.
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