“Gabe.” Her voice echoed in my head as I widened my eyes. Turning, I saw the face linked to the very voice. Her pout told me everything, she was disappointed in what she saw; a disheveled, broken shell of a man. Hardly a man at this point. I swallowed to clear the lump in my throat and looked her straight in the eyes, attempting to make any kind of connection. “Aurélie.”
I almost forgot about posting this until now. Last night I had a very peculiar dream…. Cody and I were getting married, but it was at Bookmans. Mary and Chris were my brides maids, but Chris wouldn’t stop hitting on her. Lady Gaga was Cody’s best man and insisted in wearing an outfit consisting of nothing but garter belts. The one guy that always rings up me and the rest of our...
You know. You know. But. I want to know. I know. I know.