March 21st, 1994. 5:19 A.M.

Before the town woke up, and the sky emerged from the dark blue, I left his place and trekked back home. The cool air whistled against my face, freezing my nose in the process, I shoved my hands into my jacket pockets for warmth.

It felt a lot safer walking the streets early in the morning, at least then I knew it would be light out soon. Besides from a couple of dog walkers and shopkeepers opening up, the streets were peacefully empty. I strolled down the main street, taking in all the fresh air.

The dawn sun rose above the horizon, making a flurry cotton whirl of colours in pink and orange. Clouds gleamed forward, breaking off and floating into smaller pieces, as a gold shine lingered through them. I stopped on the corner of my street, knowing that the precious view would fade, they all do, one of the kind things like this will be the only time I will be able to see it.

I was feeling a deep sense of emotion this morning. I honestly couldn't tell if it was from the lack of sleep the night before, or if something was really bothered me, but the tears welling up in the crease of my eyes were true. I scrunched my face up, wiping them with my sleeve and continuing ahead.

I reached the front door, the feeling subsided in me. This time I wondered if my mother was waiting up for me, or ready to throw me out on the street. How much trouble I'd be in if she found out I was missing, I turned the lock anyway and stepped inside.

The relieving sound of snores coming from upstairs filled the house, it was airy and quiet besides from that. It wasn't until I climbed half way up the staircase that I even heard someone rattling around in the kitchen. I had a second thought, and went back down to check it out. I'd rather be yelled at now then have her storm into my room later.

I turn the corner, and only see the back of Steve exiting to the porch. I wondered why he was here so early, then wondered again if he spent the night. I've never asked Amy formally if she was waiting for marriage or if they were already active.

I follow him outside, scaring the hell out of him when he turns around suddenly, "Jesus!" he gasped out, holding one hand to his heart tightly, "You gave me a damn heart attack!" I laughed it off, twisting my ankles on the ground. He takes a seat on the living, sipping on a cup of tea he made.

"You're here early." I noted, brushing my hand against the hard wood railing. "Yeah." he signed, wishing he had something else to say. "The sky looks really nice." he said, gazing up to it. I smiled faintly, thinking the exact same thing. Everything was too awkward. "If you're going back inside, can you grab me a smoke?"

"Yeah, okay. Okay, yeah..." I trailed those two repeated words, my eyes hit the sun for the billionth time that morning, before I made my way back inside to get what he wanted. I could hear someone upstairs starting to wake up as well.

I stare out the window to Steve, whose is sitting there taking his medication. He toppled three liquid capsules into his palm, subsequently tripling the average dosage. He grins noticing me watching, before craning himself to the window and pressing his pierced lips against the glass, kissing it.

I close my eyes with his, leaning towards the window I place my hand over his. We shared this secret moment together, before Amy's bubbly voice could be heard coming towards the staircase, "Steviee?" she sang out. The two of us sprung back like springs, as she hit the kitchen corner.