Chapter 24

Her face is torture, from her deep circles under her eyes to her dry, discolored lips. She swallows hard.

"Hey happy birthday." He sounded strange, uncomfortable and nervous, he is anxious, I know this because he moistens his lips.

"Thank you." I say, leaning my head on the half-open door.

He lowers his gaze and takes it to his records, my gift. She looks at them longingly.

“Days ago I didn't know what to give you, I didn't want it to be something extravagant, I know you prefer simplicity and I also know that the fifty dollars hurt you a lot” I try not to laugh, as a result I cough because I stifle those laughs, “Anyway, I wanted to give you back.” a little of what I destroyed.”

I see that he hands me the little box that has several vinyl records of all my favorite bands, those that he couldn't stand to listen to.

"Thank you." I hold the light box as an awkward silence falls.

"I miss you." Her voice hits me. It's painful to hear him say so sad.

"Me too." I admit crestfallen.

“I know t