The Beatific Vision lasted only 10 songs, if I wasn't sure of being in love before I was now, for I did not want to admit but he was all I thought of, all week.
On his way off the stage he caught a glimpse of me, he smiled like you would at a stranger. I waited at the bar, one beer, two beers, three beers, no Ian, four. 
I made it home somehow, sick, yet it felt wonderful lying while the world circled around me, I felt I wasn't really awake, in fact I had probably been dreaming all evening.

Saturday Morning

I found her unconscious on the couch, the floor covered in inscrutable writings on pieces of paper and her albums spread about.
I place a chair near to sit and observe her riveting vulnerability, but only for a bit.
She opened her worn out windows, on which rain had hit against. They stare right into mine, expressionless, like she knew I'd be there when the curtains drawn.

"I don't think you're allowed to drink alcohol when on lithium."
A small frown, "I'm not on lithium."
"I saw it in the bathroom cabinet."
"Doesn't mean I'm taking it. Do you take all that's prescribed to you?"
"If it helps."
"Well, lithium doesn't. It shuts off my creativity...
Plus, I'm not ill, I don't need drugs, I don't need psychotherapy. I certainly don't need you" she states getting off the couch.

"Then why did you come last night?"
"I heard there'd be great beer" she responds going into the bathroom.
"Was the band playing any good?" I ask having to raise my voice so she can hear me.
"They were absurd! Foolish, like kids."
"What a load of bollocks" I stand headed to the bathroom too.

Using my shirt as a towel to dry her hands she continues, "It sure was, the singer had a hard time imitating Iggy Pop."
This makes me laugh a little. She brushes past me and into the kitchen.
She stood thinking, sad eyes on the ground, mine couldn't keep from her image which was absent for what seemed too long to bear. I try to approach her but she pulls away.

Still looking down she says, "I don't know why I followed along last time...just leave Ian, and don't come back, and I promise I'll never try to see you again. You can live your life and I mine, and we can forget this happened."
I shake my head frowning, my heart begins to beat so swiftly it pains,
"No, I don't think I can, and I don't want to either."
"It's not about what you want, it's about what is right" she says looking at me at last.
"This is right, it only feels right when I'm with you." I take her hand but she lets go as she says, "Be comforted by; we share the same skies."

I step onto the street where there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen.
I look up, there is a gloom upon the day as there is in me.

// Hello! Hope you enjoyed this part, if so please vote/comment. The title was inspired by a song of the same name by The Cribs.//