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"Jake, this isn't working out." Rig declared, a voice as silent as the wind, (That) Jake could barely hear it through the bustling crowd of people. Though, the almost silent words felt like a bullet piercing through his heart.
Jake grabbed Rig's wrist, pulling him closer. He tried to pull away but he was too weak against Jake's firm grip to do so. "Let go." Rig said in a stern voice. Jake had never heard Rig this serious.
"What if I don't want to?" Jake uttered softly, in a tone that wouldn't even startle a mouse. He had loved Rig though he would never admit it, they had been friends since their childhoods and Rig would throw it all away?
"Why do you act like you can't survive a day without me? I know you're responsible enough to do so, just— leave." He hurled back, Jake was taken aback by Rig's words. He had tried in a desperate attempt to catch Rig as he was running away but he was too late. He had lost him.
Soon, it had become midnight. The rain started pouring down on the city mercilessly, he had returned to his apartment complex shortly after the argument.
Jake woke up slumped over his kitchen counter, empty beer bottle in hand. He got up and tossed the bottle in the trash. This was the 3rd time this same situation had happen this week. Everything about Rig had come back to haunt him. His gentle laugh and the soft smile that came onto his face that only few could view, Jake would never be able to see those again. So he resorted to drinking to cope with the emptiness. When nights got too lonely, he drank until he passed out on the kitchen counter.
"Jake? Are you alright?" Lime had come into his apartment complex, unlocking the previously locked door with a spare key that he gave her incase something happens. "I- He left me, Lime." He said lighting a cigarette. "Who?"
"Rig! Rig left me, Lime..! I- I can't do this anymore.." Jake said, his voice a soft whisper and his voice breaking after every word. "Everything about him is—" He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. He couldn't find the right words. "Are you okay? Do you need a shoulder to cry on? A helping hand?" Lime said as she reached for Jake's back but he pulled away.
"No. Please— just go.. I don't need anything, I don't need any help. Please go." Jake commanded sternly, Lime followed through with Jake's request.
In his dream, that seemed more like a reminder for what he had lost. Rig.. would smile, inviting him to drink together. Maybe that dream could come true someday.
"What's the matter Jake? You've been seeming down lately."
"It's nothing you have to be worried about, Rig." Jake said smiling.
He wished that dream had been real.