Smashing Into You •• BWWM

6. She kickboxes

Ch. 6. She kick boxes: (Low Day by Capra)

Cy

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I wished it was just some fleeting emotion...

This thing called Grief. A phenomenon that lingered, haunting you with nothing but the truth about what it truly meant to miss someone.

It was bitter... And grueling.

And, as always, found the ones who understood without having to think.

My eyes skimmed over the different shapes and sizes of colored glasses. A three shelved cabinet—the highest, my father's favorite. And beside it, his very first military hat. Cased. A beautiful display.

I understood it very well.

"Kindness is a Savior but you're a killer... and I'd gladly take the fall for you," I mumbled a pile of nonsense while uncapping the bottle.

Such pale yellow poured into my glass. It bubbled and fizzed and fucking hissed a bit as it slid down my throat.

Soft waves echoed throughout the house; all of them came from the clinking of my shot glass. Forty minutes spent down here was enough for me to get over it already.

My stool fell back onto the carpet without a care and I made my way out the little bar. Mom was gone for the rest of the evening, and Manuela was able to leave early due to her cold. She looked terrible.

I pressed my lips together, saying a prayer for it to only stay at the common level.

Manuela had been in the family for as long as I could remember. I met her here, and I would like to keep it that way forever. Our lives just wouldn't be the same without her.

"Fuck, Cyrus, stop making it seem like she's going to die..." I muttered, combing my hair back with my fingers.

Everything was just shitty today.

And that damn Yang wasn't picking up his phone—least he could fucking do was text back. But, no, force me to stay home, yeah?

Involuntarily, alone.

My legs took me past blue couches and wooden Miranda's. Jewel-patterned chandeliers and picture frames of a happy couple with a happy child and happy memories.

I stumbled up the stairs, passing the main imposter among them, and went into my room with the large green bottle. It's contents swishing back and forth as I slammed the door shut.

We get a little lonesome

We get a little lone sometimes.

My mind instantly cut over to the little silver stereo hooked to my phone. This whole time I had been singing the wrong words, and only recently learned that. Funny.

"And what you saaay," I sang along, shaking my head and laughing to myself as I took a swig from the bottle.

The sun had planned to set in a couple of hours but that wasn't going to stop me from living up this one-man party!

I blasted the volume and walked over to my desk to look at the track on my laptop. It'd taken me a number of tries to find an upload with exceptional quality.

Add in the couple of hours spent on working with the mix, and it came out good.

A lot of people didn't understand that the better the quality, the best outcome you'd get for whichever way you wanted it.