Secondhand Smoke

A few days had passed and of course, as usual, the only thing on my mind was Frankie.
I was sitting in my cubicle at work, filling out paperwork when I saw him again.
“How are those progress reports coming along, Way?” My boss asked. I turned and looked at him in the doorway to my small gray cubicle.
“Fine, sir.” I said. I was just about to turn back to my computer when I saw Frank standing next to him. He was staring down at me. I completely lost it. I was in so much pain. I missed him so fucking much.
I felt my heart pace pick up and tears started streaming down my face.
“Way? Are you alright?” My boss asked.
I fell out of my chair and undid my tie, then began scratching at my chest.
“GET IT OUT PLEASE!” I screamed.
There was a crowd around my cubicle.
“What, Way? Get what out?” My boss asked me.
“My fucking heart. Please…. I don’t want to feel this way anymore... I’m so tired. Please..” I said, hoping they would just kill me and put me out of my misery.
“Call Mikey.” I heard my boss say, and someone walked away on the phone.

I didn’t listen to anything else, I just stared up at Frank, who was looking at me like he didn’t know how to feel.

An hour later, Mikey was next to me on the floor looking me in the eyes.
“Gee, you have to get up. I know you’re hurt and I want to help you but if you don’t get up, they’re going to fire you. I tried to explain, but they wont listen.” He said, sympathetically.
I slowly pulled myself up, and sat in my chair. Everyone was staring at me, and one girl was even crying. I stood up and walked over to my boss. “I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry. I quit.” I said, barely above a whisper. He nodded then patted my back. I walked out the building door with my brother close behind me.
We sat waiting for the bus quietly. I think Mikey was scared to say anything. Thankfully. the bus finally pulled up. We got in, and sat toward the back. I tried to avoid eye contact with anyone, but of course I couldn’t just have one calm bus ride. The man two seats ahead of me turned around, and I looked up at him. My breath hitched in my throat. It was him. Frank. He was torturing me. I didn’t move, or say anything. We just stared at eachother.

When I got home, I laid down and tried to get some sleep.
“Frankie!” I yelled as he came running down the stairs. “I didn’t know you were home!” He smiled into my neck as I wrapped my arms around his small frame. “We have to get going, though, otherwise they won’t hold the reservations at the restaurant.” I told him, and watched as he walked out the door to the car. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the small velvet box and opened it. It was a small silver ring with gold designs all over it. I spent months saving up for it but it was worth it. I knew I wanted to be with Frankie for the rest of my life.
“Gee! Are you coming?” He yelled from the car. I smiled and placed the ring back in my pocket. I was so nervous about proposing, but I knew he would say yes. I walked out the front door, and got in the driver’s seat of the car. “I’m gonna play some music, okay?” He said, and I nodded. He put in ‘The Smiths’ and we sang along to what played while I drove.
The next thing I knew, there was a loud crash, and we were moving uncontrollably. I heard Frank screaming and then he suddenly stopped, all while ‘asleep’ played in the background. I looked over to him and saw the damage that was done and I felt like my heart was going to explode.

My eyes popped open and I sat up, covered in sweat. I ran my hands through my hair over and over again, and tried to keep from crying. I stood up and decided I needed some air. I grabbed my jacket and walked out into the cold october air, the wind burning my nose. I had so many thoughts running through my head. Finally I stopped dead in my tracks.

What if Frank is trying to tell me something?

Notes

I hope you guys like this (:
comment, rate, and subscribe
Stay rad