I hated showing up there with whiskey on my breath and that stupid smile on my red lips but you had that intangible pull on me, something invisible that could only be felt although people used to tell us that they could see it. I don’t know why I showed up on your doorstep that Friday night, we’d been over for months by then and I didn’t even have your number on my phone anymore. I’d purposely deleted it to avoid sending Jack Daniel-fueled text messages that said “miss you” or some version of it. But your apartment number, the street name, those things were ingrained in my memory as much as the ocean blue of your eyes and the feeling of your heart against mine and my back against the wall. You really shouldn’t have opened the door, but you knew that we needed it, the surrendering. Oscar Wilde once said that the only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. So I did and so did you. I yielded to the version of us I missed, the us that laughed entire nights away clutching our stomachs in agony to make it stop so we could breathe again. The us that could never get enough of the rush. You driving fast in the Nevada desert, my hair a mess and that kind of impossible feeling of being lost and found all at once. That's the us I miss the most.
I love music just as much as I love writing, so in case you're like me, I'll provide you with a song that would be a good "soundtrack" for this story: Whiskey's Fine by Adam Doleac.
Read ten very short stories which are now available as a cute collection in my first eBook: This Sweet Life. You can download it for FREE in my store! Or read the included pieces as individual posts in the Creative Writing category:
Creative Writing: The Perfect Day in Italy (not in the eBook)
Creative Writing: Call Me Baby (not in the eBook)
Creative Writing: The Butterfly Effect (not in the eBook)
Creative Writing: The Letter R (Explicit)
Creative Writing: Dear Italy (A Love Letter)
Creative Writing: Airport Arrivals
Creative Writing: Tanqueray and You
Creative Writing: A Thousand Lives
Creative Writing: A Sunday Kind of Love
Creative Writing: Perfect Strangers in Switzerland
Creative Writing: Rooftops and Rome
Creative Writing: The Morning After in New York
Creative Writing: Mulberries in Sicily