puck-the-elf

               It's so strange to be sitting here in this sterile white room, listening to the machines beeping as they force you to breathe. I hate hospitals as a general rule. I think it's the smell that bothers me, the nauseating scent of disinfectant, sickness, worry, death, and grief. Whatever it is, hospitals have been horrifying places to me since I was a child. I haven't changed my mind, but I can't bring myself to leave you here like this. Besides, what if you were to wake up while I was gone?                 You're so pale, just lying there, still as death with machines making your chest rise and fall. It's painful to see you like

The club is packed tonight, more so than usual even for a Friday night. It's a very popular place. Sometimes even a celebrity or two will pop in. But it's not a celebrity that I'm waiting for as I sit here at my usual table in a dim corner of the room, listening to the pulsing rhythm of the current song, sipping at my half empty bottle of beer. The smoke from the fog machines is floating along the floor and curling about my feet.  She's late, and I wonder if perhaps she won't show up tonight. She comes here every Friday night at the same time, but maybe something came up. She's never been late before. At least she hasn't been as long as I'v

It had been three months since the terrible car accident that had robbed me of the one thing that meant the most to me in this world, three months that I'd been living in my own personal hell. The house was so empty without Andrei there, and everything in it reminded me of him. I'd spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking through every room, remembering. I'd started in the living room where I woke. I hadn't slept in our bedroom since the funeral. I couldn't bear it. But the sofa in the living room was tolerable. I stood by the fireplace, staring blindly into the room, remembering happier times spent there. ~Andrei sat with his ba