It will happen again, and again
Marco’s POV
Jean, a man that has a girlfriend is in my home and I’m trying to date him, what in the world I’m I doing? What happened to not getting attached? Why I’m I trying? Lonely, maybe that’s it. I thought I was stronger than that though, maybe I am not what I thought I was. Maybe I am changing, and it’s probably for the better to be honest, I mean no one loves a walking dead person right?
He is sitting on a black chair looking out of my window with the white embroidered curtains. His skin is so nice, his hair looks really good today too. Wait, not just that his clothes are really nice too. They look kind of fancy. Weird.
“Hey, you have some really fancy clothes on, what’s up with that”
“Oh you noticed,” he giggles
“I thought maybe you’d like to see me being fancy”
“Is that so? Well you look good. Then again, you always look good”
“You don’t look too bad yourself Marco”
He stayed until after eating dinner with me. Nothing fancy just something I through together. You would think that I would be better at cooking after all these years being alone.
After lying in bed for a while my phone starts ringing. Its tone the same as always, the opening to a show I watched when I was younger.
I pick it up and for a second there is silence, why didn’t I realize that silence is never a good sign.
There is always silence before a storm, there was silence in the hospital room mom was in right before she died,
there was slice before the doctors told my dad I was going to die young,
silence before my dad left me years ago, and silence now.
When the one person I love started crying on the other line.