I'm so sorry it took so long! But school just started a few weeks ago and it looks like my teachers don't want me to go on writing. But finally I had time to write another part :). Enjoy!
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Next morning 6 am
Mac awoke with a terrible headache. Surprise! After a half bottle of whiskey. He reeled in the living-room and noticed it was tidy. Unusually tidy… He tried his best to remember who could’ve cleaned up his apartment… But he had really no idea. Damn: Then he had to have been totally drunk! Hopefully he hasn’t done anything stupid… He sat down on the couch. His head hurt like hell and his cuts cauterised. But at least the cuts and his head distracted him a little bit from the pain in his chest. He looked around. Damn whoever did this did a great job. Only one piece of paper lay on his carpet and interrupted the tidiness. He stood up to study it and realized it was a letter:
Hi Mac.
I’m sure you do not remember what happened so I’ll tell you: I wanted to visit you because you didn’t answer my calls and found you totally drunk. I brought you to bed and cleaned your apartment up. I hope that’s okay… I really think we should talk so I’ll come back so around 9 o’ clock. If that’s a bad point of time call me…
Stella
P.S.: If you hit on me like tonight again you can clean up your apartment on your own!
He stopped like frozen as he read the P.S.. He’s hit on her! F***! Damn it! Oh Mac you’re a f***ing idiot! But that wasn’t fair… If he’s drunken he can’t control himself. Why did she have to visit him exactly when he’s drunken… Tzz… Very funny Mac! You’ve been drunken every evening since Stella told you to rest… He sank down on the couch again and starred at the wall. As if there’s something interesting. He thought about Stella… He doesn’t deserve such a great friend like her… She’s cleaned his apartment and brought him to bed though he’s hit on her. God he really didn’t want to know what he’s said! Probably something stupid and… something she would never like. Hopefully he hasn’t busted every chance to ever get her out for a date or so… just because of the damned whiskey! F***! He hated himself! Why did he have to be so f***ing stupid?! He messed up! What could he do for compensation? No idea… He looked out of the window and saw the sun rise. Even New York with its skyscrapers and millions of cars is beautiful when the sun rises… As he admired the rare beauty of his city he had to think about Stella. Sometimes she’s like the rising sun… Bringing light and warmth in his life. Has he ever thanked her? He wasn’t sure… ‘I’ll do today!’, he intended. But before she arrives he should take a shower. He didn’t even notice but… the pain in his chest’s changed into a warm feeling as he’s thought about Stella. It felt good to have something to look forward to…
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She was a little bit afraid of their next meeting. How he would react… Did he remember what happened last evening? Or did he just know because of her letter? She hasn’t slept well. She’s had to think about him the whole time. About his problems and how she could help him. He needed help she was sure. If no one helps him he’ll die of sadness… Or die because of too much alcohol… And suddenly she forgot her anger about him because of his disgustingness. She just wanted to take care for him, to make sure he’ll be fine. Like his girlfriend or, she grinned, like his mother.
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Next morning 6 am
Mac awoke with a terrible headache. Surprise! After a half bottle of whiskey. He reeled in the living-room and noticed it was tidy. Unusually tidy… He tried his best to remember who could’ve cleaned up his apartment… But he had really no idea. Damn: Then he had to have been totally drunk! Hopefully he hasn’t done anything stupid… He sat down on the couch. His head hurt like hell and his cuts cauterised. But at least the cuts and his head distracted him a little bit from the pain in his chest. He looked around. Damn whoever did this did a great job. Only one piece of paper lay on his carpet and interrupted the tidiness. He stood up to study it and realized it was a letter:
Hi Mac.
I’m sure you do not remember what happened so I’ll tell you: I wanted to visit you because you didn’t answer my calls and found you totally drunk. I brought you to bed and cleaned your apartment up. I hope that’s okay… I really think we should talk so I’ll come back so around 9 o’ clock. If that’s a bad point of time call me…
Stella
P.S.: If you hit on me like tonight again you can clean up your apartment on your own!
He stopped like frozen as he read the P.S.. He’s hit on her! F***! Damn it! Oh Mac you’re a f***ing idiot! But that wasn’t fair… If he’s drunken he can’t control himself. Why did she have to visit him exactly when he’s drunken… Tzz… Very funny Mac! You’ve been drunken every evening since Stella told you to rest… He sank down on the couch again and starred at the wall. As if there’s something interesting. He thought about Stella… He doesn’t deserve such a great friend like her… She’s cleaned his apartment and brought him to bed though he’s hit on her. God he really didn’t want to know what he’s said! Probably something stupid and… something she would never like. Hopefully he hasn’t busted every chance to ever get her out for a date or so… just because of the damned whiskey! F***! He hated himself! Why did he have to be so f***ing stupid?! He messed up! What could he do for compensation? No idea… He looked out of the window and saw the sun rise. Even New York with its skyscrapers and millions of cars is beautiful when the sun rises… As he admired the rare beauty of his city he had to think about Stella. Sometimes she’s like the rising sun… Bringing light and warmth in his life. Has he ever thanked her? He wasn’t sure… ‘I’ll do today!’, he intended. But before she arrives he should take a shower. He didn’t even notice but… the pain in his chest’s changed into a warm feeling as he’s thought about Stella. It felt good to have something to look forward to…
XXXXXXXXXX
She was a little bit afraid of their next meeting. How he would react… Did he remember what happened last evening? Or did he just know because of her letter? She hasn’t slept well. She’s had to think about him the whole time. About his problems and how she could help him. He needed help she was sure. If no one helps him he’ll die of sadness… Or die because of too much alcohol… And suddenly she forgot her anger about him because of his disgustingness. She just wanted to take care for him, to make sure he’ll be fine. Like his girlfriend or, she grinned, like his mother.
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Please comment and rate :)!