TW: adult themes

The night air was cold, but the blood not getting to my fingers made my fingertips colder and you holding on to my hand for dear life as I dangled precariously out of the window of your apartment didn’t help.

Let's go back a step and i will explain how we got into this predicament:

It started with bells of a distant church as the sun set on the last Sunday of summer, continued into the night with the words “only a call away” coming from your lips.

A passionate argument ensues, thoughtless jibes and wasted words dance and fence between us, ghosts of our past rise and fall but the cold night calms them down.

Glances and tear stained stares ache in our aftermath, but somehow in the tango earlier you found a bottle of vodka and between gasps you were chugging it, chest rising and falling with each gulp.

You turn and stumble towards your window and start pounding a fist against the pane, i walk over and reach out, you shove me back, I stare at you in shock.

“Only a call away”, you open the window and fall out, I lunge and grab you…just.

I hold onto your hand, your eyes wide and bloodshot looking up at me, not pleading just tired with life, that look could have killed me, but the next thing I know, I am sitting cradling you in your apartment as the blood returns to my hand, I hold you tight.

“I am always a call away”

…

I love you baby