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Aaron
“I’m so sick and tired / of feeling sick and tired”—I THINK I’M LOST AGAIN by Chase Atlantic
“Suck it up, dude,”Miles says as he seats himself beside me. “She said it wasn’t a goodbye.”
It’s been a week since Sofia left, and all I did was sulk and drink myself to oblivion.
I never said this was a goodbye, then why does it feel like one?
She doesn’t even respond to my texts. I mean, she reads them but apparently responding takes up too much of her time.
“Have you ever been in love?” I lean my head against Miles’s shoulder, and maybe if I weren’t as drunk as I am, I would have been smarter than to askhimthis.
He brings an arm around me, patting me on my shoulder. “You do know I have a daughter, right?”
“Mhm. But Brooke wasn’t planned, so that doesn’t guarantee you were in love with Millie. And you’re not in love with your wife either.”
“Alright.” I hear Colin chuckle just before he’s in my face and takes my beer away from me. “Think you’ve had enough.”
“Nah,” I say, “I think I could use another beer.” Or another five. I don’t even like beer, tastes like piss. Colin walks away with my beer in his hands, ignoring me wanting another one. Fuck him, nobody needs Colin anyway.
That’s not true, love that man. But fuck him anyway.
“So, Miles, how’d you get over Millie?” I look at him with half-opened eyes, barely even seeing him though. He’s all blurry and I’m not exactly sure why.
“Ah, well, you know, she died.” He snaps his fingers against my forehead, and I fall back on the couch like an old sack of potatoes. “Took some time to adjust.”
“Then you fucked her twin sister,” I comment, then immediately slap a hand to my face. Not because I regret saying it though. “Miles-y has a type.”
“I dated Em even before I was with Millie, Aaron.”
“Like I said, you’ve got a type. Blondes with green eyes.” I gape at him at the realization. “Do you have a thing for my sister?” If he does, I’m sure Colin won’t like hearing about it.
Miles sighs deeply, shaking his head.
“For me then?”
“I don’t like dicks.”
“Good, because I really don’t like you that way man. Like, I love you, but I definitely love Sofia way more. And I—”
“Shut up, Aaron.” Grey laughs, laying his hand on my shoulder as he stands in front of me. “You’ll regret all the shit you’re saying right now.”
Probably, yet I ignore him anyway and turn back to look at Miles. “Do you miss Millie? Because I feel like I will never not miss Sofia. And she is alive.”Just shut up, Aaron. You’re not helping anything.
He hesitates to answer, his head slightly tilting. Miles doesn’t talk about Millie much. To be fair, neither of us knows her personally, only from what he did tell us about her.
Alright,Iknow Millie, because my sister used to be friends with her but other than that, not a clue who she was as a person.
“Aaron, stop bothering Miles. He’s got enough shit going.” Grey pulls me off the couch, hooking an arm around me to lead me away from my fellow blond friend.
“But he hasn’t answered me yet.”
“She isdead. Of course he misses her.” He leads me around the couches, making the room spin like a merry go round.
Can he stop making the room spin? It really makes me want to puke.
