Hey, I guess you're not up yet... give me a call when you get this.
I hope you're okay.
I didn't reply. I didn't call either. I was having another one of those days. One of those days where the only person I wanted to see, was the one person I couldn't see. I sat down at my desk and lowered my head onto my hands and began to cry. My heart was aching, my head spinning. Why did Mickey have to be taken away so soon. I lifted my head up and wiped the cold tears from my face, walking over to the liquor cabinet and pulling out a few bottles of Daniel's. I was just about to take a swing when I heard a knock on my door. Whoever it was, it wasn't who I wanted to see, so I didn't answer. The knocks on the door were getting louder and louder as I could tell the person was getting more and more frustrated.
"Cmon, Jasey. Open up, I know you're in there. I called your work, they said you haven't been in for almost a week." I recognized Taylor's pained voice say from the other side of the door.
"Taylor, leave me alone." I said sternly and took a huge gulp of my whiskey.
"No." he said simply. "You realize that if you don't open the door, I'll find another way in."
"Go ahead. I'm not moving." I said as I poured the alcohol down my throat.
A few minutes had passed by when I heard scraping at my bedroom window, I turned and saw Taylor standing on my bedroom roof, toying with the window to get it open. He looked up at me and I saw a grieving expression on his face as he finally just kicked the window open. He jumped down from the window sill and onto my bed as I just fell to my knees and began to cry. And the tears wouldn't stop this time. Taylor ran down and wrapped me in a hug and refused to let go.
"Jase, we're going to get through this." He spoke softly, "You and I are going to get through this."