When it all began, it was more of a shock than anything. Blake spent most of his life miserable, but recently found the girl of his dreams. He was happy constantly just knowing that he was loved. The idea that someone cared for him was all he ever needed, and he finally got it. He spent every waking moment with her, maybe he did suffocate her a little, but he loved her with all of his heart. He wanted to spend every second with her, and hold her so close that she could never get away. Unfortunately irony set in, and his desire to be so close to her only pushed her farther away. She ended up leaving him, and he was heart broken and lost. He had to figure out a way to get her back, to make her see how much he loves her.
"I just can't believe she left me, after all the shit she said about us being together forever. She just up and left me, and I don't even know why," said Blake to his best friend David as they sat around playing video games at the arcade in the local mall.
"Man, it's just the way it is, there are plenty of women in the world, you'll find someone better," said David in a sympathetic voice. His words were supposed to be helpful, but instead they only burned a deeper hole in Blake's heart. Because those words were too familiar, the love of his life Rachel said those same words to him a few weeks ago.
"It doesn't matter how many women there are in the world, I only want one. She just doesn't want me, and I have no idea how to make her want me," replied Blake.
Just as he finished talking the loud speaker came on. "The mall will be closing in ten minutes," echoed through the arcade room.
"Well man, I don't know what to tell you, but we better get out of here before we get locked in," David said as he turned to walk out the door leaving his game unfinished.
When they got to the mall parking lot Blake took out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a long slow drag from it, and held the smoke in his lungs hoping that it would help calm him down. "I just don't understand why life has to be so difficult. I'd like to be a dog, that way my only worries would be where I'm going to sleep next," Blake said after exhaling the cigarette smoke.
"A dog's life isn't that easy, and if they didn't have someone to take care of them it would be a lot harder," David said trying to sound philosophical.
"I don't know, man. Well, I'm going to get the hell out of here. I'll talk to you tomorrow," Blake said as he started walking away from David.
"All right man, see ya tomorrow." David said while watching Blake walk away from him.
Blake's mind was racing, every thought from missing Rachel to eventually dying was slamming into his head like a hammer. He was on the verge of tears, but he fought to hold them back as he continued nursing on his cigarette. Suddenly He found himself walking away from his house, but he didn't really care at that moment, until he realized he was heading towards Rachel's house.
When he arrived at Rachel's house, he didn't knock or anything. He just stood there at the steps leading to her front door, staring at the place where he used to feel safe. Out of nowhere he heard voices, it sounded like a male and female laughing. So he quickly ran into the trees nearby and watched Rachel's front door from there. He didn't watch for long because maybe a minute after he hid he saw two shadow figures walking up the stairs to her front door. With only the streetlights and the moon as a source of light it was hard to make out who it was.
Then a car passed by and it's bright headlights shined right on Rachel and Thomas Ranger. He couldn't believe who she was with. He had always hated Thomas, because he was your typical follower that did whatever was cool, and had no idea of who he really was or what he really believed in. He was also very sure that Thomas was going to try and fuck Rachel tonight. He couldn't do anything though, they broke up, and that was that. So he just gave up, and started walking home.
When he got home he just flopped down face first on his bed, and wept. All he wanted to do was die that night, because the images of Thomas, and Rachel fucking were too much for him to handle. He could just picture Thomas shoving his dick into Rachel's mouth and enjoying the feeling of her soft pouty lips gliding over the smooth flesh of his stiff organ. He could hear the moans coming from Thomas' lips as he shot his sperm into Rachel's waiting mouth, and it was driving him crazy. He couldn't handle it, so he went to the medicine cabinet and took a couple sleeping pills. He wasn't aiming to kill himself, but he didn't want to be awake at the time, so he decided to go to sleep.
