It was another day without Michael. Wait until it's a year. My phone rung "Hello. This is depression you're calling. What you want?" I groaned "Hey , single lady. It's Danny." He answered. I quickly hung up the phone. It rung again "What do you want from me?" I moaned "I got something for you , babe." He said as I quickly woke up "First. I'm not your babe. Secondly. What did you get?" I asked as he chuckled "I'm coming over today." He whispered as I looked at the phone like: The fuck. I hung up and stayed in bed drinking a glass of Whiskey as the door opened "Danny , what have you brought for me?" I asked as Danny smiled at me "A job!" He said enthusiastic about it "Why? We're not together." I asked as he looked at me with those poisonous eyes of his "You've always wanted to be a journalist. So , I got you a job at New York Times newspaper as a journalist. Isn't that great?" Danny said as my face lit up with a smile. I've always wanted to be a journalist. I quickly got up to take a shower. I kissed Danny on the cheek "Thank You." I whispered. During my shower , Danny was at the door "I'm in here." I said but he barged in there anyway "You know I miss you so much." Danny whispered as I put on a towel and stepped out of the shower. I walked past him "That's nice to know." I sarcastically commented "You don't feel the same way?" He worried. I closedtthe door while he rambled on and on about how it used to be when we were together "Danny , I broke up with you because I thought you were to snooty and selfish. I'm not sorry for that. Now I have a man who is ten times better than you. In size and personality." I explained. I took Michael's truck keys and drove to the building. I walked in and saw a man waiting , I shook his hand "You must be The Great Nesha Reed. Danny's said a whole lot about you." He said as I blushed. We walked in the building and it was the busiest place I've seen. People and printers working to the death. Writing stories and filing them out.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. Writing stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few questions and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do you have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I said while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can you tell if I got the job or not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. You start tomorrow." He said , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped by a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down next to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid you not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys kissing their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand or either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes you feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice said as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this seat taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I said as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are you in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I said as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I'm Asad. You are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in love with.....No! I can't be falling in love with him. I was already in love with Michael.
.........But then again.
"Wow" I whispered in amazement "We're very busy. Writing stories is a complex art." He said.
We walked into his office "Please. Sit. My name's Harold." He introduced himself as I sat down. He asked me a few questions and also started flirting with me "You're an amazingly beautiful woman. Do you have a man?" Harold asked , his foot rubbing the tip of my shoes. I slid it away swiftly "Yes. I do but he's somewhere else." I said while he bit his bottom lip , checking me out , I got up quickly "Can you tell if I got the job or not?" I asked as he looked through my record "Yep. It looks like you've got the job. Congratulations. You start tomorrow." He said , shaking my hand. I walked out of the building and into the truck. I stopped by a Greek restaurant to get a gyro and fries. I sat down next to the window. Looking out of the window and I kid you not , everybody were all lovey dovey. Guys kissing their girlfriends and couples walking hand in hand or either buying gifts for each other. I started feeling gloomy as a tear ran down my face "Sorrowful , isn't it. Makes you feel like you're the loneliest person in the galaxy." A voice said as I turned around to see it was a sexy boy in front "Yeah , it does something to your heart." I sniffled "Is this seat taken?" He asked as I nodded "No. No , sit." I said as he sat across from me. I could tell he was Arab because of his accent which was kind of attractive "Are you in a relationship?" He asked as I chuckled "You sound just like my boss. Um...yes but he's somewhere else." I said as he introduced himself "I'm sorry I didn't tell you my name. I'm Asad. You are?" He asked me as I stared at him like it was a dream. He was like Michael. Polite and Handsome. I came back to reality "Nesha." I replied.
Asad and I walked with each other down the street. I loved his accent and his face. He had a five o'clock shadow and the lightest eyes. They were grey. Our conversation was so long , we lost track of time. Just like me and Michael used to. I was falling in love with.....No! I can't be falling in love with him. I was already in love with Michael.
.........But then again.
" Help me Mikey!" I cried into the speaker, my jaw bleeding.
" What's wrong Fancy?" He said with a soft, yet sharp voice.
" My father punched me again. I need your help!" Blood dripped on my arm.
Michael breathed heavily and said " Okay Fancy. I'll be there."
" Thanks Michael." I said and hung up. I grabbed a paper towel to dry out the blood.
Soon enough, Michael and his brothers rushed in to help me. A lot of blood was on the napkin and everything turned black while Michael was holding me in his arms.
Be Not Always - Lyrics
Always, be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time has made promises
Just promises
Faces, did you see their faces
Did they touch you
Have you felt such pain
To have nothing
To dream something
Then lose hoping
Is not life but lame
But time has made promises
Just promises
Mothers cry, babies die
Helplessly in arms
While rockets fly
And research lies
In progress to become
But what of men
Of flesh and blood
We turn our backs on life
How can we claim to stand for peace
When the races are in strife
Destroying life
Always, be not always
But if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please, please be not always
’Cause if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time, time has made promises
Death promises
Always, be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please be not always
And if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time has made promises
Just promises
Faces, did you see their faces
Did they touch you
Have you felt such pain
To have nothing
To dream something
Then lose hoping
Is not life but lame
But time has made promises
Just promises
Mothers cry, babies die
Helplessly in arms
While rockets fly
And research lies
In progress to become
But what of men
Of flesh and blood
We turn our backs on life
How can we claim to stand for peace
When the races are in strife
Destroying life
Always, be not always
But if always
Bow our heads in shame
Always, please, please be not always
’Cause if always
Bow our heads in blame
’Cause time, time has made promises
Death promises