Page 2 of Written in the Stars
I nod again, and he stares at me, searching my face. “Yes?”
“Yeah, man. Thanks,” I finally say.
He smiles again. “Alright, bro. I’ll check on you in the morning… or, as a matter of fact, let me know when you’re up. In case you don’t get much sleep tonight, I don’t want to wake you when you actually do sleep.”
“Matt, I don’t think I’ll be doing much if any sleeping these days.”
He nods and before he leaves, he says, “Right… later, man.”
Once he’s gone and I shut and lock the door behind me, I make my way to the couch and plop down onto it. Looking around, empty cans and bottles crowd the area. It looks like a damn pigsty, but I don’t give two shits right now. I’m in no mood to clean up.
I flip through the channels, but nothing grabs my attention and my thoughts always revert to three days ago: May 28th.
I shut my eyes and welcome a line of tears to stream down my cheeks. I need something that’s going to take the edge off.
Realizing TV isn’t going to do it for me tonight, I rise from the couch and head straight for the fridge. I pull out another Heineken and make a mental note to stop at the store tomorrow and pick up some more.
After I pop the cap open and throw the cap on the floor, I march right for my computer in the den and begin typing away.
Good Evening, Chief Calloway.
I know it’s late, but I need to get this off my chest. Consider this my letter of resignation.
Sincerely, Zander Carter.
There. Short, sweet, and to the point. Chief Calloway knows what I’m going through. He gets it. He won’t be upset with me. He’ll just know. I hit send and watch as the email hits my Sent folder. Matt is going to be pissed, but maybe someday he’ll understand. I just hope that he’ll never understand the pain of what I’m going through right now.
As I sign off the computer and shut it down, I walk back over to the couch, stumble onto it, and pray to God he’ll put me out of my misery soon enough.
