|Love (standard:other, 891 words)|
|Author: davidg.||Added: Apr 22 2001||Views/Reads: 1687/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|called Love... surprisingly about love and what it can do.|
Love. I lay in a million pieces on the bathroom floor of Luke's apartment. He smashed me six weeks ago after his girlfriend of six years, Lisa, walked out on him for good. Every second since that moment he hoped that she would walk back in and forgive him, just give him one more chance. He had never loved anyone or anything as much as he loved her. The wind blew outside. Its force rattled all of the windows in Luke's apartment. It rattled all of the windows in the building. It hadn't been this strong in a long time. Luke sat hunched over his computer in the corner of his living room with all the lights off. It was obvious that he was the only one living here, this place had not been graced by a woman's presence in a long time, there was junk everywhere, old beer cans and cigarette boxes lying in the corner of the room, never to be touched again. He had not cleaned his apartment in a month and he no longer cared. His hair was greasy, his clothes stained by the fast food he had been living on. Prostitutes had turned him down twice in the last week and his consumption of drugs had rapidly increased, although he had not taken anything in a while. Last time he went to Mark, the dealer he had used since high school, he had been mugged walking home. He decided not to go to the police, as he had no excuse for being in that neighborhood at that hour of the night. The neon orange glow of the city night worked its way through the rattling windows and stained the walls. Whatever it was he was looking at didn't seem to make him any happier or feel more content. It could have been porn or it could have been a chat room or on-line bingo. He never raised single expression as the white light from the computer screen covered his face. He had finally moved from suburbia and aimed for a life in the city at the age of 25. He never enjoyed college, but he got the B.A. in business as his parents expected of him. He lived with his parents, Michael and Sarah, for two years before he moved to the city. In years past, he longed for city life; he wanted to live in an apartment block, surrounded by people like himself so that he could discuss the art exhibition of the month, or the novel of the week. But this never happened. His neighbors didn't seem interested in anything but their managerial position in the corporation they worked for. He learned to hate city life. He hated being a mere pedestrian, part of the herd. His parents were worried about him and came to visit every once in a while, complaining about his drinking or smoking, asking when he would get a job or when he would next contact Lisa. Since Lisa had left him nothing seemed to work out in the city so he decided to give up for a while, to relax. To stay up till 5am every morning enjoying the fruits of cheap Internet connection and the wonders of cyberspace. Some nights he looked at holiday destinations that he knew he would never travel to. Other nights he looked at women he knew he would never sleep with. Other nights he chatted to people he knew he would never meet. The break up had hit him very hard. He was sure that Lisa was the one for him, everyone had told him so. He constantly thought of Lisa's brown hair and green eyes. He longed for her to be back in his arms, to kiss his wounds, to assure him that everything was fine. I had seen it all, the good and the bad. Lisa had been building up to it; she had been planning a break from Luke for about two weeks, since he quit his job. Luke never saw it coming and had no idea what to do when she had gone; she had shaped his life for him, he had had it all planned. In the last two weeks he had run out of tears, run out of the frustration that riddled the first days of Lisa's departure. Just nine months ago they had rented a cabin in Michigan, beside the lake. One morning they went down to the beach and using a piece of twisty driftwood, Luke wrote in the sand "Will you..." and be before he could finish writing Lisa wrote "Of course I will" with another piece of driftwood. They went back to the cabin hand in hand, got drunk and then made love. Luke hoped it would always be like this. Tonight was like every other night but different. He left the computer and headed to his bedroom. The computer screen still blinked with advertisements and lit the living room. The night ended and the morning descended upon him. He took the bottle of aspirin he had purchased the day before and swallowed all of the pills with a chaser of vodka. He lay on the bedroom floor, semi-conscious, looking at a picture of Lisa, the one he loved and he waited. And I lay on the bathroom floor in a million pieces. Tweet
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