Fourteen Days

I brought everything in position. Made my bed, cleaned the house, put nice make-up on, my only and best parfume, picked my favorite long sleeved band shirt of BVB. At least, if I can't be skinny or happy on my birthday, I wanna feel well dressed.

I took my bag, packed it. The imaginary list told me what to put inside.
Cigarettes. Check.
Lighter. Check.
Parfume. Check.
Money. Check.
Phone. Check.
Headphones. Check.
Alcohol. Fuck.

There stood the empty bottle I planned to drink with Catherine. The day before was a bad day. At least I could still remember the night. Halfway.
"Okay Layla," I told myself, "Shit happens, just pretend to have forgotten to buy it."
The store was only 500 meters from the bus stop anyway. I could make it up with buying an extra snack. My friend would understand.

And so I walked there, on the brown, dry leaves that fall has brought. How nice it smelled. Decent. Lovely. Familiar.

There she stood, the pretty Catherine. We hugged. What a beautiful soul she was. What a nothing I was next to her.
"Hey honey! Happy birthday! I'm so glad you're alive!", she mumbled in my ear. Her voice made me shiver. Making me feel loved is what she always did best.
"Thank you! I missed you so much."
The cold wind blew around us. I did not mind, she made me feel warm.
We got out of our hug and I had a look at her. Catherine was a true beauty, sharp jawline, nice cheekbones, the greenest eyes you could ever find. Her pale skin looked softer than the clouds and her body was more like a feather than anything else.
"Hun, I forgot to buy the alcohol. But we can do it now, since I'm now finally able to buy it legally," I grinned, "We can also get some snack with us."
A nodding and smile was the only answer she gave.
After a way of holding hands, being cute, talking about Black Veil Brides and making the most stupid jokes ever we stood inside the store. Champagne, we both thought beer was disgusting, is what we've picked and tortilla chips with cheese dip. We had the exactly same taste when it came to food.
The cashier had a sharp look at me as she saw the alcohol, but didn't bother asking for my ID card. When her eyes hit my face, I felt hot and anxious. With trembling hands I gave her the money and let the stuff disappear in my bag. Did I do anything wrong?
We went outside not sharing a single word with each other. I could not say anything, I was thinking too much and so I didn't even realize how silent it was.
As Catherine out of the blue took my hand it pulled me back to reality. I smiled at her, showing her how much she means to me.
"Same place as always?" I asked.
"Why not!"

We would always go there. No one came around and we could secretly smoke our cigarettes, listen to some music and have our weird talks.
And so we went there. Everything was just like we left it the last time we were spending time there. But with more fallen leaves. Such a nice place.
The wooden bench was hidden from the path behind big trees. All you could hear were some horses down the road and birds singing in the forest close to us.

As we sat down the sun began to shine, the foliage gave it all a nice, golden atmosphere. Breathtaking.
I put out the package of cigarettes, the snacks, the champagne and my lighter.
Catherine laughed, "This is gonna be great!"
I nodded as I opened the bottle of alcohol and drank a little straight away before passing it to her. Just as I opened up the chips she pulled a present out. It was the one on the picture she sent me earlier this morning.
I felt excitement again. What the heck could that be?
"Don't just stare at it, open it up! I'm just as excited - if not even more than you!", she giggled handing it to me.
My hand were shaking (again) as I took it and had a look at it. I opened up that little present that was as thin as paper. And I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
"You haven't-!," tears of happiness started to build up in my eyes as I saw the ticket to a concert - of fucking Black Veil Brides! "No, you haven't done that!"
"Yes, I have! And I'll be coming with you! Everything's organized already!"
I jumped up to hug her tight and thank her at least a thousand times. I did truly cry about it. It touched my heart to see the people that make fantastic music and talk to them.
After all this time.

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