This Tragic Affair
"...I'll See You When You Get Back..."
My story begins in a white SUV in the parking lot of a gas station. The run-down storefronts of the pitiful surrounding strip mall glowed a sickening orange in the light cast by a setting sun. Newspapers littered the floor and skittered lightly against the concrete.
Not exactly beautiful, but it was my town.
Luckily for me, I had created my own world inside the comfort of my car. Gerard Way's soothing voice coursed through the speakers of my otherwise empty car. I sang along to Famous Last Words as I waited for my dad to come out with his lottery ticket.
Midway through the first verse, my cell phone started vibrating. I paused the record and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie."
"Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"While you're out, can you get me a root beer?"
I'd do anything for that woman.
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Nope. That's it. I'll see you when you get back, alright?"
"Alright. Love you."
"Love you too, sweetie. Muah."
"Muah."
Grabbing the keys from the ignition, I shut the phone and headed towards the convenience store, humming the rest of Famous Last Words all the way.
It was ironic, really.
Not exactly beautiful, but it was my town.
Luckily for me, I had created my own world inside the comfort of my car. Gerard Way's soothing voice coursed through the speakers of my otherwise empty car. I sang along to Famous Last Words as I waited for my dad to come out with his lottery ticket.
Midway through the first verse, my cell phone started vibrating. I paused the record and answered.
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie."
"Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"While you're out, can you get me a root beer?"
I'd do anything for that woman.
"Sure. Anything else?"
"Nope. That's it. I'll see you when you get back, alright?"
"Alright. Love you."
"Love you too, sweetie. Muah."
"Muah."
Grabbing the keys from the ignition, I shut the phone and headed towards the convenience store, humming the rest of Famous Last Words all the way.
It was ironic, really.