Nine

I've been working for over six hours at this point. I would've snapped my neck if I hadn't been more careful twisting my neck around to avoid further cramps that could subsequently affect my productivity. The fact that I've been drunk on consuming a lot of painkillers and weight regulatory tablets was deeply harming me in ways I wouldn't imagine those pills and tablets would affect me long-term.

"Greg," I hear someone call my name from outside my bedroom door. I immediately go over to the door only to be greeted by Elizabeth, whom I never thought I would ever meet in person again.

"How the fuck did you..." She suddenly pulls me in for a hug, and for a brief moment, it had my heart starting again like an engine that had been brought back to life.

"You fucking moron, of course I would always come back to you. Just because I called you one time doesn't necessarily mean I would never visit you again." The sweet sound of her awkward laughs are one of my favorite things to hear. Day and night they've always kept me preoccupied even when I had a hard time sleeping well at night.

"Come here, hug me again," I tell her as I pull her towards me, hugging her much tighter than ever. A part of me doesn't want to lose this moment. "I just fucking miss you a lot."

"And I fucking miss you a lot, too," she says, and for a while it really made me flutter knowing she feels the same exact way.

"I miss this a lot. And I'm not sugarcoating anything. It's what I'm actually feeling on the inside," she says, and it's something that really pulls at my heartstrings. "All the fucking we did in the past is nothing but just a memory now."

If I could have her all day, all night, all afternoon, I would. I will never let go of moments like this.