If anything was certain about life, it was that life slips away before we realize what's happened.
I stood over the box, thinking of everything I was about to burry in the ground. I looked around at the crowd, but the seemed far away. Many things happened over the past few days, too numerous and unbearable to remember then and there. A tear slipped down my cheek as I stepped away. My final goodbyes and prayers were sent, and my final footsteps were being taken. It would hopefully be the last time I have to walk these grounds.
My feet stepped across the cold ground, taking my body anywhere it wanted. I was no longer in control of myself, and my mind was no longer alert. I found myself walk into a bar, sit down at the counter, and order a drink, without thinking. The bar tender gave a slight smirk and went on to fill a tall glass with beer. Pure beer. The stuff i told myself I would never drink because he never drank it. Here I was, drinking the strongest and purest of the cursed drink.
"Harry, what am I gonna do with you?" I slurred, leaning into him seductively.
"You, Alice, are going to stop drinking," he replied sternly, taking the glass out of my hands. He stood up and stalked off to the kitchen, taking the glass with him.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I stuttered harshly, staring after him.
"Dumping this out," he said, staring backt at me. I gave him the "you-are-not" look. He returned a cocky "like-hell-I-am" look, and the remnents of the glass were spilled into the sink. I don't know what overcame me, but I stood up and stomped into the kitchen, fuming mad.
"That beer wasn't cheap!" I yelled at him.
"Neither is love!" he shouted back. I took two steps back and stared at him, comfused.
"What do you mean, 'neither is love'?" I asked.
"Love isn't something you can just throw away willy-nilly, just like the beer that I just poured down the drain," he compared. "Its something to be cherished, not something to be thrown away, like a glass of beer." He walked slowly over, wrapping his arms around me waste. I sank into him, still dazed and almost unware of what he was even talking about.
"Harry," I muffled into his chest. "I thought you said what love wasn't cheap, like the beer I was consuming,"
He made a small laugh and kissed the top of my head. He rested his chin on top of it. "That was a bad comparison," He stepped back and took my hand. "Come on," he said, nodding his head toward the bed room. My eyes widened, but he got the message. "No! you're going to bed. I'm gonna watch some football," I whined, but did as I was told.
He lead me into the room and tucked me in. "good night, Alice May,"
I giggled and pulled his face in for a soft kiss. "Goodnight, Harry Edward,"
I rolled over and immediately fell into a deep sleep....
When I woke up, my head was pounding. Not nearly as hard, though (because Harry had kindly taken my beer away from me). I sat up, letting my bare feet hit the cold floor. I stood up slowly, and took baby steps forward, until I finally reached the living area. I found him curled up on the couch, under a blanket, watching infomercials. he looked up and smiled.
"Hello sleeping beauty," he greeted in that gorgeous laugh that I adored. He sat up and threw the cover back. "Can you come here?" he asked, his angelic green eyes shining. I caved in quickly, coming over and sitting on his lap.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Can you promise me to never drink again?" He green eyes stared into me, almost making me feel guilty for what happened last night. I looked him dead in the eyes and nodded my head.
"I promise," I said just above a whisper.
I looked up quickly, snapping ouot of the memory. I paid the for one beer that I'd had and quickly left. In the course of my reminiscence, it started to rain. Shit, I thought as I pulled my coat over my head. It was no use though. I slowed down from my run, looking around at the faces that passed by. Harry?
I took closer looks at their faces. A second time around showed that none of them looked anywhere near close to my man.The thought of him ran through my mind . Oh.
I finally made it home. Walking into the kitchen, a tidal wave of memories came crashing into me, and I braced myself against the counter. They say that true love hurts. Well, this could almost kill me. I reached up in the cabinet and grabbed a glass. I filled it to the top and chugged it back, trying to get the taste of beer out of my mouth. Harry was gonna be pissed if he came home and found out that I had gone out to a bar and drank beer when I promised him I would never do it.
I ran to our room and flopped down on the bed, never minding to take off the dark make-up that stained my skin. I curled up in the white sheets and buried myself into the pillows, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. My eyes finally fluttered closed, ready for my body's nightly shut-down.
"Where are we going?" I asked Harry as we loaded into the car.
"Think about it," he said. "You're wearing a Rolling Stones shirt. The Stones are playing tonight at the arena," he switched the ignition and we took off.
Realization finally clicked. "We're going to the concert?!" I shouted in excitement.
He nodded rapidly. "Well, I mean, not legally,"
My eyes got wide. "We're sneaking in?!"
He gave me that devilish smile that I loved. "We're hopping the fence. Before you flip out, I talked to someone there. They told me they'd turn the other cheek if I did some work after the concert." He looked into my eyes when we pulled up to the stop light. "Sorry, Al. But hey, we're going to a ROLLING STONES concert. You LOVE the Rolling Stones,"
He had a point. I was seriously addicted to them. He took my hand and gave it a small squeeze, turning his attention back to the road as we drove off...
I woke with a start, checking the time. It was one AM. I groaned, wondering where he could be. I looked over to the bedside table, and found a picture we took with the lead singer of the Rolling Stones. Harry looked extremely happy, happier than he'd even been. Though he hated to admit it, he was a bigger fan of them than I was.
I swear to God that was the best night of my life.
I started to cry. I couldn't help it. He promised that this would last forever. That we would never end up like this, never being able to see each other. They told me the day everything went downhill that it was a tragedy.
Young love murdered, that's what it was.
I felt the life fade from me. I always knew that I couldn't live without him, but I never imagined it being like this.
I threw my pillow across the room. This was so hard, because I didn't see that he was the love of my life.
And it killed me.
I whispered my last words before I drifted off 'I love you Harry,"