Seven

Four years ago.

Noah

It has been two weeks since I walked out of Tiffany with no hopes for reconciling ever again… in other words, it has been two weeks of utter hell. I have learnt the trick to getting some sleep, I have to exhaust my body to the point where all I wish for was a bed, that works like a dream because when I started to do that, my dreams were no longer haunted with dreams of Tiffany while she was being kissed and being thrust into. We were each other firsts. It might seem inconsequential now, especially with me wondering how many other guys she has been while she was with me and how many guys she has been with since I was gone. 

The paparazzi’s have been having a field day, we went from being nowhere to everywhere on gossip rags. I guess our actions did not help that. I was sleeping with everything in a skirt and she has been partying every night, sometimes taking a guy or two home. 

We both got the fame we wanted but not through the way we did. We never thought that our break up was what will sky rochet our popularity. 

I got a permanent place in the band now and the band was slowly rising up on Hollywood’s next and she got a company and a huge movie role. 

Everything was alright except our own lives and that was why I was feeling bad. 

“Dude, have you heard the news.” One of my band mates rushed to me with a magazine in his hands. 

“Ash, I am not in a very good mood now.” I warned. 

“Just shut it and read.” He pointed to one part of the magazine, I read a few words before I jumped up from my seat and rushed to the door. 

“Hey, man. Where are you going?” He questions. 

“To be there for someone who has nobody right now.”  I returned. 

When I got to my former apartment, a place which I left to Tiffany, it wasn’t like I could use the place, not after seeing what I had to see the last time I was here. I considered it a parting gift to Tiffany since she didn’t have anybody to roomie with and I had four boys. 

Well, it is not like the parting gift will be useful, not with her new contract and the movie she is staring in.

“Open up Tiffany.” I banged the door. I knew that she was inside, Tiffany was a creature of routine. When she loses someone or something she cares about, she goes home. Pull down the curtains and lock the door and everything then break down where nobody can reach her but I always could. 

I tried the handle and just as I presumed it was lock, with a sigh, I tried a last ditch method. My key which I didn’t leave behind and to my surprise it worked. Maybe she knew I would never try to hurt her so she saw no need to. 

I walked into the dark apartment to see the tissues and the wreckage it was in, I walked through it all until I got to the door. I opened the door of our bedroom to see that it was stuffy. Maybe she had kept the window closed for a while but the room looked like it hasn’t be slept in for a while. I turn back to check every other part of the apartment when I saw the couch move. 

I walked there and sat on the hand rest. “Go away Noah.” Tiffany gravelly voice stated.

“And leave you to die in your grief, no thank you. I rather stay here.” I snorted. 

“She overdosed Noah. I didn’t even know that she was using.” She cried as she hugged me, crying tears that wetted my outfit and probably ruined it with her smeared makeup too but I was not concerned about that. All I was concerned with was reducing the hurt. 

I did not like Angel, she was a bitch but it didn’t change that she was Tiffany closest friend while she was alive.  

“It’s okay Tiffany. It is okay not to know every facet of the lives of those we considered as our friends.” I stated and Tiffany raised her head to glare at me. “I was not referring to us Tiffany, I am not that selfish even if I am a rock star, I just came here to help you heal and bounce back before it gets noticeable.”

“How long do you plan to remain here?” She asked me. 

“Chasing me already?” I returned when she didn’t say anything. I sighed.  “At the first sign of you doing well all on your own, I will leave. Until then you just have to deal with me.” I tell her and those words formed the first part of the first ever song I wrote. 

“I am sorry.” Tiffany tried to apologize but I was not in the mood to listen to her. 

She cheated on me, she broke my heart and she also don’t have the right to treat me like trash, she never did. The only reason why she can do this right now is because I allowed her. If I didn’t care enough about her to be worried. I would have still being back at the crib with the rest of my bandmates but instead I am here, missing practice and other important events just to be here.

“Yeah, sorry isn’t going to cut anything out. Just show me that you can take care of yourself. The faster you do that, the faster I wouldn’t have to worry about you. Now get those lazy behinds off the couch and open the windows and curtains, it is stuffy in here. Also where is the trash bags? Let’s start cleaning up.”

Even as we started with the chores in silence, the words I spoke started ringing in my head. 

I spent three days making sure that Tiffany will be alright and then on the fourth day, I left her after saying my final goodbye. With a kiss on her forehead and a fully written song lyrics in my pocket.