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Night Sky

By´╝ÜColbie Kay

Make You Miss Me by Sam Hunt

I tap Writer on the shoulder, and when he looks at me I sign, I need to tell you something. He sits up, watching me under the light of the moon and stars on the rooftop of the clubhouse.

Well what is it? The look of concern taking over his beautiful face.

I got a letter in the mail. I inhale and exhale before adding, I got offered a job and I'm thinking about taking it.

Ever, that's great! Baby, I'm so proud of you. He gives me that smile of his, and it kills me to know I'm about to make it disappear.

Writer, it's in New York, I sign while dropping my head. I can't bear to look at him.

He taps my arm so I lift my head back up, meeting his gorgeous green eyes. I don't understand.

If I take the job, I will have to leave. I’ll move to New York.

No, not happening, he signs while shaking his head back and forth furiously, his shining eyes look frantic.

You can't make that choice for me. Besides, I want you to come with me.

You know damn well I can’t leave the club! They’re my family. What the fuck would I do in New York? Why would you want to leave me?

He’s working his hands so fast. He’s getting angry and that’s not how I wanted this to go.

I don't wanna leave you, but this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. I've told you so many times your art is amazing, you would have so many opportunities there.

Ever, I told you my art is for me, not for everyone else. If you didn’t wanna leave me, you wouldn’t even consider taking it.

That’s not true, I sign as the tears build up in my eyes along with his. This is going so wrong.

It is true! Christ, Ever, we’ve been together for almost two years. Why would you wanna give that up?

I don’t! Not at all, I already said I want you to come with me, but I know you won't.

You're right, I won't, but please don't leave me! I can't be without you! Please just stay. Stay with me. It'll kill me if you leave. Why can't you just wait for something here?

Oh God, it kills me that he is begging, but I have to do what's right for me. I didn't work my ass off and graduate to pass something like this up.

Writer, you’re not listening! This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! I won't get a chance like this here. I try reasoning with him, but it isn't helping.

Well, it sounds like you made up your mind.

I want us to stay together, I plead with him.

That's not gonna happen, we’ll never survive it! I don't want you to go! Please don't leave me. You’re all I have besides this club.

I'm sorry. I love you, I really do. I try showing him just how much I love him through my eyes.

That's it then- you're just gonna leave me? He isn’t hearing anything I’m saying, he’s too caught up in his hurt.

Don't be like that, please, this is so hard for me!

This is hard for you? What about for me? The girl I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with is leaving me. I thought we would get married, have kids, and now you’re telling me the last two years were for nothing.

Writer's anger takes over as he frantically moves his hands.

It was not for nothing! I haven't even decided if I'm going. Don't be like this, please Writer I'm begging you!

You’re begging me!? What about me begging you to stay? I know you Ever, you’re going and this is the end for us. He doesn't wait for my reply. Writer just jumps to his feet, walks to the ladder, goes down, and doesn’t look back. He leaves me there knowing I just lost the person I love the most.


Nothing Really Matters by Mr. Probz

I look at the clock on my bedside table, numbers reading 6:15 shine bright red back at me. Fuck, it's too goddamn early for this shit after the party last night. I start counting just like I do every morning when my eyes pry open to realize I survived another shitty fuckin' day.

It’s been one year, three hundred and sixty five days, eight thousand seven hundred and sixty hours since I last saw her. It’s been that long since I held her or touched her soft skin. It’s been that long since I put my face in her hair or the crook of her neck so her honey scent could surround me.

Shaking off my wandering thoughts, I will myself to get up because I have to meet Romeo in the makeshift gym we have here at the clubhouse. Leaving the comfort and warmth of my bed, I decide to skip a shower, and pull on a pair of loose fitting gray sweatpants with a white beater, then head into the bathroom.

I look at my miserable self in the mirror as I run my hands through my hair trying to calm it some, doesn’t help much though. I guess I'll be sporting the I-got-fucked-hard last night look, at least for a little while. I brush my teeth then put on some deodorant. It's the least I can do, I don’t want to completely smell like ass afterwards. Besides I’m gonna need it for the ass kicking I’m about to inflict on my brother.