Ian stood there, looking at me from the other side of the door. He looked afraid, and behind him was light of a thousand suns and fragrances I had not had smelled in a time. He wanted to save me, and I did not know from what, but to get saved was certainly one among all the desires I was left with.
I let him come in.
Ian sat down on the sofa. It was dirty and looked weak. It looked like me. In the light through the door I could see the walls were no more blue, they had turned black.
He glanced at everything and then stared me for a while and said.
"What happened to you, Everett?"
"Well, nothing. And I don't have the exact idea why are you here. We scheduled to show up at the bar on saturday and it's only wednesday by now." I said.
He stopped me in the middle as he shouted.
"That was fucking last year, a whole year ago since you have shown up at anywhere. A whole year since you are in this damn room eating shit at night."
And he said in a low voice then, looking at me while I stood against the slab where the novels were kept.
"Yeah, you heard it right.
"I saw you going to the cheryl's shop last night. And when you were back home, I peeked inside from the front window. You listened to the same loud music which you do daily and talked to someone on phone, which is stupid as after you had discontinued paying the phone bills they disconnected your line. Your mailbox is full of your bills and letters which you have not read since ages."
He took a pause and continued
"You need to leave this place."
I felt my blood being pumped through my heart as I looked at him but I did not want to shout. I said rather in a distasteful manner.
"Maybe your name is Ian, and maybe you are my friend. And even if I consider you are the same guy whom I saw last saturday at the bar with no mustache and a shitty haircut.
There are still no chances that you are getting in my room to tell me I am some mad freak who talks to himself.
And, I think you should leave now."
"You need to leave this place, Everett. I am leaving to Louisiana the day after tomorrow. I want you to come with me."
"I am going nowhere, it has just been a month since I have shifted here. And moreover I am joining Amanda once she would contact me. I am going to join her anyway."
"Amanda porter, the girl with brown hair?"
"Yes" I said.
"She died in a car crash last september, the day she left to Tennessee. The saturday when we were at the bar and you kept singing to me the song you both danced on, at her home last night after the dinner.
And you knew of her death, her mother called you just before you left the bar. And since then, you are nowhere to be found. A year has passed. And you are here. I don't want you to be here anymore. You need to go."
Something in me broke down, Amanda porter could not be dead. She was one of those people who were not born to be dead.
I grabbed Ian by his arm. He stood up.
It escaped through my clenched teeth.
He headed towards the door.
"The day after tomorrow."
He said as he closed the door.
"Maybe all the stars have fallen.".
(To be continued.)
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