No One Does It Better

I woke up in my dad’s bed to the sun shining through the cracks in the blind. I looked down at the same clothes I was wearing yesterday, sighing. I must have passed out in this room…this room that still smelt like him.
I sat on the bed staring intently at the wall. The funeral wasn’t until tomorrow but I didn’t think I could stand another day in this house alone with my thoughts.

I stepped out the front door, the cold wind hitting me instantly. I was surprised how cold it had gotten within the past few days. I started walking down the street, I knew these street so well. I spent the majority of my life exploring this area. I wasn’t planning on walking anywhere in particular, but I knew exactly where I would eventually end up if I kept walking.

The streets were quiet, so quiet that I could hear myself beginning to whimper. I couldn’t help but feel completely alone. I no longer had my dad to talk to, I couldn’t talk to Jake because he was too busy and Mike… Mike’s… well he’s Mike.
I tried to distract myself by concentrating on the path in front of me. It was hard to focus on my feet as they were becoming blurrier and blurrier behind the tears that found their way to my eyes.
My steady pace began to rapidly increase until I found myself breaking out in a sprint across the street.

I looked up after catching my breath, noticing that I was now standing at the beach. I smile crept on my tear stained face as I looked at the crashing waves before me. I missed this beach.
I walked along the shore as the cool water rushed over my feet sending chills through my body. I continued walking until I found myself staring at a cliff in front of me. Cautiously, I climbed to the top, sitting myself precariously on the edge as the wind brushed through my hair.

This was the cliff, our cliff. Mike and I always came here when something was wrong. When we were here, the sound of the waves crashing and the roaring wind took our minds away from our problems. We would just sit and let the wind fix our lives. Everything was always perfect here.

I closed my eyes, allowing the wind to thunder in my ears. The air hitting my face momentarily freed me from my problems, the sky collided with me and for that moment I felt slightly better.
I didn’t bother to open my eyes when I felt a body sit next to me. Their body heat was radiating against me, I already knew who it was.
I allowed myself to gently open my eyes to look over at them. They were sitting there, eyes closed face pointed at the wind letting it rush over them.
“Hi Mike” I breathed.
He slowly opened his eyes and smiled sympathetically at me.
“Hey Jessie”
I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I opened my mouth to speak as silent tears rolled down my face.
“I’ve missed you” I said as my voice quivered. I couldn’t help but start sobbing as every issue with my dad, with Jake and with Mike caved in my mind.
Mike put his arm around me understandingly, letting my cry.
“I’ve missed you too beautiful”

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Mike’s POV

I watched silently as the second hand on the clock tick repeatedly. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Jessie needed me and I forced her to leave. What type of person does that?

“Mike, will you stop staring at that god damn clock!?” Maria exclaimed from beside me.
I looked over at her, my face showing no signs of emotion. She sighed as she shook her head.
“Why are you being all weird?” she mumbled.
“I did what you told me to do, but you never mentioned the part where I feel really shitty.” I muttered.
Maria turned to face me.
“Look Mike, You told me you wanted to get over her and let her get on with your life without your drama… and now she can.” She said grinning.
I shook my head persistently.
“Yeah, but I didn’t want that to involve hurting her…” I choked out.
She stood up annoyed.
“You were hurting her anyway. At least now she can go find herself a new boy to whine to.”
Her words stung. A new boy? I didn’t want any other guy anywhere near her.

I stood up walking out of the room back down to the kitchen. I looked over at the bench, the bench that Jessie was sitting in less than an hour ago. I was such an asshole.
I yelled as I knocked the glasses on the counter onto the floor. The sound of the glass shattering echoed in the silence of the house.
Maybe I could ring her? Maybe if I apologise then it will be okay?
I jolted my phone to my ears listening to the ring.
“Hello?”
“Vic!” I practically cried
“Mike? What’s wrong?” His tone was filled with worry.
“She came here man!” I shouted
“Bro, who came there?” Vic said calmly
“ Jessie was here man and I yelled at her. I said some bad things and fucked things up.” I spat out as fast as I could.
“Mike! What the fuck did you say?” He said raising his voice.
“What does it matter!? I still hurt her all the same!” I cried out
“Why are you talking to me then!? Call her and apologise!”
“Vic, I can’t! It’ll just make things worse. She needs me out of her life. Please Vic just help her to forget about me.” I pleaded to him.
“What!?”
“Make sure she’s not upset, help her to forget I even exist” I begged.

Vic sighed after a long pause.
“It’s not going to be that easy bro. I’ve seen you two together.” He stated calmly.
“Please just try” I said as my voice shook.
“Fine, I got to go. Don’t be too hard on yourself Michael. I’ll call back in a couple of days.” He said before hanging up.

I threw my hands to my face as I rubbed at my eyes.
She’ll be happier now… right?
I jolted back up as Maria cleared her throat from the door way.
“Can you please leave?” I asked steadily.
“Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself” She said rolling her eyes.
“Leave!” I said sternly raising my voice.
Maria raised her eyebrows as she turned on her heel out the front door.
I needed to be alone.