The taxi pulled away from the curb and within a flash it was gone, lost among the other cars on the road. Brett felt the pang of dejection as he stared aimlessly out along the road, as if he was hoping for the return of the cab and its occupant, Brian. It wasn’t fair he thought as he stared along the busy roadway, ignoring the people pushing past him on the sidewalk.
Together they had moved into the apartment complex and set up house. It wasn’t exactly perfect but slowly they had built up the place to where it was at least comfortable. All that was suddenly gone with Brian leaving him and for what? The so called promises of some old fart who threw cash around like it was confetti? He didn’t like the guy but Brian seemed taken with him or maybe it was with the money the guy had and Brett didn’t?
Christ he hated that, but he didn’t have rich parents or anything else, just a steady job that at least had paid for their one room apartment for the last couple of years and the other bills. Not like Brian hadn’t tried to work, but he just hadn’t found the right position or so the excuse went. Maybe he was being too critical as he did truly love him, or was it his body he loved?
Shaking his head he slowly made his way back up the walk to enter the 12 story complex and return to an empty home. Small tears sprang from his eyes as he tried to keep his emotions in check. How was he going to manage without Brian or would he? Maybe it was time to think of something else but all he could conjure up was how much he knew he was going to miss Brian. Even the idea of going out to the bar was no longer appealing to him.
Brett had no idea how long he had been sitting on the sofa staring out the balcony window but he felt the rumble in his stomach that told him he needed some food. He really wasn’t into cooking at that moment but as he looked out at the darkening sky outside, he felt the terror of the unknown striking at him, or was it just an empty stomach?
Somehow he knew he would have to shake this crappy feeling off but when you give two whole years to someone to just have them up and leave you for someone else, well it just isn’t that easy. He felt the tears coming again and with an angry swipe of his arm tried to push them away, to banish them but with no luck. They just kept on coming as he sat there, feeling alone and empty.
With what he thought was a lot of effort he rose up and made his way to the small little kitchen area of the apartment. He stood there dazed a bit as he could remember all the other times he had stood there, cooking with Brian standing where he stood now, talking and joking with him. It never really was much but idle chatter yet he missed hearing the voice. How could his life have changed so fast?
