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Open Til' 3 AM
By kblueveins

 

         "Open til' 3 AM." I sip and sit, letting my caffeinated beverage become cold, biting at my nails for no particular reason, until i reach my skin, and my fingers become red and swollen from biting too far. I check my phone every five minutes resulting in playing a game for the brain-less, knowing most of the world is in a mini-coma by this time of night. Although, not quiet, slow rain hits the ground, the windows, someones bare shoulders. I become alert, lifting my head and raising my eyebrows at the woman in the tacky blue and white uniform. She clears her throat, showing that shes annoyed with having to repeat herself. "It's 2:50, we close in ten minutes, you have to leave now." Oh how your cafe sign is so legit. I look around and notice the only other two people in the remote diner (a couple, nonetheless,) are exiting as well, holding hands. I stand up, and push the door open, running in the rain and into my car, just in time to see the couple slowly exchange in a kiss "in the rain." I was that happy only a mere twelve hours ago. Frank Anthony Thomas Iero Jr. fuck you for being the one person on the planet to make me feel alive again, and now the person who's taken my life away. Now I'm God knows how many miles away from home, blocking emotions with the world's toughest militia as I climb into the back seat of my beat up "94 Chrysler, turning my head into a backseat full of cherished memories. And even the world's toughest militia can't withstand the flow of salty liquids cascading from my eyes. We may not have been the, "Perfect American Couple." But love has a funny way of making you play it's game, then stabbing you in the heart, face, and back, until you're hurt and drenched in blood, gasping for air.

 

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