Sitting alone in his room.
Partying with her friends.
Drinking wine from a coffee cup.
Knocking back shots at the bar.
A bright screen, keys, clicks.
Strobe lights and bar fights.
He falls asleep in his armchair.
She falls into another man’s bed.
At 4 a.m they both wake.
Her: “Can’t sleep.”
They met online, how else? He never leaves his room.
Promiscuous, socialite, cosmopolitan, beautiful. What did she see in him?
Maybe it was how different he was to most guys she hung around.
Maybe he was kind of cute in a geeky way.
Maybe she just really needed a friend and this guy looked reliable.
He always replied to her 4 a.m texts.
Her: “I had the worst night.”
Him: “That sucks. Mine was lame too.”
Her: “Drinking alone again?”
Him: “Yeah haha.”
3 months later
Her: “I need a friend to go shopping with.”
Him: “Oh yeah? Shopping isn’t really a talent of mine.”
Her: “It’s okay. I just need company. You want to come or not? No pressure.”
Him: “That sounds alright. Would be nice to finally meet you.”
Her: “Oh don’t get all sappy on me lover boy. See you at the mall at 10.”
Coffee, laughter, and affection. Delightful surprises.
Holding hands. Singing. Lingerie shopping.
Slow, inevitable adoration. The emergence of a goddess in a young man’s eyes.
The pain of realisation of what can never be.
The healing power of innocence on a worn out heart.
Giving, taking, and most of all a powerful bond, a friendship.
4 years later
“Hello, Mr. Ryan?
“We have you down as an emergency contact for a Miss Foster. She is currently in a critical condition at the RAH.”
A popular girl with nobody to turn to. A broken soul wrapped in a hospital bed.
Him: “Hey I came as quick as I could. Why did you put me as emergency contact?”
Her: “You’re the only one who was ever there for me when it mattered.”
Him: “Why didn’t you tell me? I know you drink but you didn’t have to take drugs. We could have hung out, done anything you wanted. You didn’t have to take them.”
Tears. Hugs. Apologies.
Her: “Thank you so much for coming. I really need your support right now.”
A loner and a lonely girl.
10 years on
A wealthy business man circles the west end in search of his usual entertainment.
He spots a girl his type and tells the driver to pull over.
When their eyes meet both see a flash of recognition.
She turns and walks away.
He chases after her.
“Leave me alone Richie. I don’t want to speak to you.”
A burly pimp heads their way as Richie begs Kate to get in his car.
“I just want to talk. I can do things for you, get you things.”
“I don’t want your money Richie. Leave me alone.”
Shame and pride are powerful feelings.
Richie hops in his car before the muscly brute gets closer.
The next day he drives down the same street but Kate is not there.
Richie ends up finding Kate.
In the obituaries, 3 years later.
She would always be his goddess.