GHOST

The sound of police sirens echoed throughout the neighborhood. Pretty sure it echoed throughout New York as well. My eyes flutter open and I look over at Bert, still sleeping and I smile. It's been two months since the last time I smiled at him and meant it with so much love, but now it's just a pity smile. They've been pity smiles, for Bert and for me. Bert because he needs to know that somehow I love him and I can tell he's fucking other people. For me because I'm still with this dude who's with me for sex and kisses. Also, I don't have the strength to tell him anything straight forward.

I get out of bed and get my black skinny jeans and leather jacket. Before I go get dressed I kiss Bert's forehead and take my wallet from him. Checking the wallet noticing that he only spent a few bucks, guessing on alcohol. I roll my eyes and head to the bathroom.

I leave the house with my bag with my wallet, sketch pad (and other necessities) and cell phone, just in case Bert calls or something. I walk down the busy street of New York searching for a nearby coffee shop, or maybe a Starbucks. I spot one and enter. Inhaling the wonderful smell of coffee, fuck yes coffee time. I order a plain black coffee, needed something to wake me up, the barista kept giving me these smiles, the ones where guys use it as a way to be kind yet flirty. I didn't care much but it sort of made me feel uncomfortable.

"Thanks for coming sir." He said and I nodded.

I took a seat and took a few sips of coffee then started to look around. It was pretty weird but I liked to take a quick glance at someone and get an idea of a comic character off of them. I took out my sketch pad and started to draw a character that had some of the same looks of the barista that served me. He was young possibly a junior in high school. His hair was black and he had a tattoo that I couldn't see but it was easy to spot behind the white button up he wore. After I was done sketching I noticed that it didn't look like him that much but you definitely see the characteristics they shared.

My phone vibrated and took a look at what it was. It was a text message from Bert:

'hey baby what you doin'

'hi just getting coffee'

'okay well I'm heading back home alright'

'ok see you later..'
'love you'

'bye'

I put my phone back in my pocket and focus my attention on the coffee. Taking a few long sips then I decide to leave and make a stop at my office.

"Good morning Mr. Way." One of the assistance greats me and I smile.

I usually don't have to come to the office but when I do it's usually because I need to get some supplies. And with that being said, I am here because I needed to get some supplies.Quickly, I gathered all the shit I needed and left the building. Ten minutes tops.

After I was about a few blocks from my office, I started to think about Bert. How he hasn't said 'I love you' in months and how he had sex with me drunk far too many times and wake up leaving the house. How he's been treating me like a one night stand. I remember when he actually loved me, but was it really love? Or was it just two "love-struck" teenagers that were really fucking desperate for affection? I don't know but ever since a year after we started dating we took things seriously and we exchange 'I love yous's'. Those felt real and true but the last time he said it was meaningless and well came out of a drunk mouth.

I came across my apartment and walked in the building. I climb up the stares and notice that the people in room F4 were moving. Finally, they're relationship is annoying as fuck. I take out my keys and went inside my room.

"Home sweet home, baby!" I yelled and took off my jacket. It was only morning but to me it felt like it was the evening.

Notes

Yooo...if you made it to the end...cool...I hope you like this short chapter, and uhh yeah comment, subscribe, and rate and sterf...I got the idea off of Halsey's song Ghost and from what it means..well just little idea from it..uhh yeah so..peace
-frankiero-weenie
ps I'm such a weenie..spooky weenie omf bye