Mourning Skye: Chapter 1 (part 2)

“Yeah, I guess.”

“We already established that broads are pretty crazy right?” Miles asked.

“Pretty established I think.” Adam replied while cocking his head waiting for the insight.

“Doesn’t it make sense that at the end of your relationship you were more of just a buddy than anything?” he prodded.

“Not sure I’m following 100 percent.”

“Look, this girl has had some shitty shit happen to her in her life. Dead dad. On again, off again lesbo mom. Which is totally awesome, by-the-by. Another dead guy in her life.” Miles leaned his head forward and cocked an eyebrow.

“I’m seriously getting lost now.” Adam retorted.

“Alls that I’m saying is that maybe she just wasn’t feeling you at the time.”

“She wasn’t feeling me?”

“Yeah, she wasn’t feeling you. Like, at that time period. Maybe you were getting too serious for her and she wanted to push you away. You guys weren’t dating that long.”

“What are you a regular fucking Carl Rogers?” Adam quipped. Miles looked confused but continued on anyway.

“No man. I don’t want to be your god damned neighbor. I’m just trying to say that it seems like that this broad didn’t want you too close so that is why she got cold towards you at the end. I don’t even know if she was thinking about ending it or anything then, but more of a protection thing.” Miles said.

Adam leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair clearing the strands of dirty blond hair from his eyes. He uncrossed his legs and re-crossed them, putting his other leg on top. He looked at Miles through his heavy eyelids and examined him for a bit until the corners of his mouth began to drift upwards, and his eyebrows began to lift his heavy eyelids. Miles leaned back as he caught his gaze.

“What’s going on?” Miles asked.

“Nothing, man.” Adam smiled.

“What is that goofy-ass look for?”

“Because, you magnificent, bastard. You just might be right.”

“Of course I’m right. I’m a worldly man, Adam Burke. I know people. I am one with the people. I am people, son!”

“You are something,” Adam laughed.

“Don’t ever forget that either. No matter what happens to you in this life, I am people and I am something. I’ll be there for you, man.”

“I appreciate that.” Adam nodded his head.

“I think what I was really getting at was that this,” Miles motioned his hands all around him, “all of this shit. None of it is your fault. This broad was gonna cut her wrists or chew a barrel soon enough. All that shit is engrained in us. There’s nothing you could have done or her dykey mom could have done. You don’t need to beat yourself up about it, man.”

“I don’t think I am, dude. I know that.” Adam answered him while looking at the trees.

“Then why did you get high before the funeral, man?” Miles questioned.

Adam’s heavy eyes fell from the trees to Miles. The two of them looked at each other for a moment in silence as the warm wind whipped through the leaves of the trees. This time the corners of Miles’ mouth began to migrate north.

“What, dude?” Adam asked.

“Nothing, man. I just know you better than you know yourself sometimes. You’re pretty lucky to have me around.” Miles smiled and they each reached for a cigarette and lit it in unison. Adam blew his cloud of smoke into the air and Miles exhaled directly into Adam’s direction. Adam simply tilted his head and dodged the smoke.

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