I walked the beach senselessly. I roamed in front of our home. Hoping that Stone would walk outside and see me.
But the cure to this disease is action. Holding the bottle of my sorrows, I swung my head back and drank it to the last drop.
I was ready.
Stumbling recklessly up the pathway, my eyes nearly closed to my aching tiredness. Reaching the door I knocked stupidly loud.
But there was no answer. And so I did it again, yet in return..there was still no answer.
He must've left. As I've left him.
Clearing my tears with the sleeve of my sweater. I remembered the key, and how Stone left one under the mat. Just in case I found my way away from his sanctuary.
Kicking it away my hair stuck to my skin rudely, swatting it away I sniffled. "Please be here Stone, please be here." I audibly hoped, but deep down I felt as if it were useless.
My hand grabbed hold of the golden key, and I fumbled with it for a moment, but still managed to unlock the door.
The house was dark, but there was a fire burning, making a little light, illuminating the small center room. Taking off my clothes as I left a trail to the bathroom, I tripped over myself and landed on the flesh of my face.
At that moment pain would've been a luxury, but for some reason I couldn't feel by myself.
My feelings were triggered by Stone alone. I've come to realize that I've relied on him so much that I failed in taking care of me.
I was drunk, I was dirty, and I was so out of it I couldn't even get up to take a shower
But as the hours passed, and Stone didn't arrive to save me, I came to an understanding. Finally I willed myself to stand. And stumbled into the shower, when I was finished with that, I found warm clothes.
Threw them on, and carried the dead weight I was forced to endure, and as I threw my clothes on, I did so with my body.
Slamming its heaviness onto the mattress, I silently cried myself into a comatose state of nothing.