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Color of the Night	By : PhantomsJewel Category: Individual Celebrities > Gerard Butler Views: 2143 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Once in the parking garage you head up towards your apartment. You’re cold, wet and embarrassed. What the hell were you thinking Sam? Why Sam? Why did you absolutely have to go out right at that moment? Why did you have to go and make an idiot out of yourself? Maybe it was a sign. A sign that what you did was so wrong. You look over and see that Gerry is helping Joe get your bike out of the back of the truck so you take off running for the elevator.

“Sam hold on, I’ll go upstairs with you.” Gerry shouts.

You don’t wait for him. You stand at the elevator praying that it gets there before Gerry has time to catch up with you. Finally the elevator opens and you step inside. The doors begin to close right when you see Gerry coming in your direction.

“Sam hold the elevator.” He calls.

The doors are an inch apart and you hear Gerry swear. You slump against the wall of the elevator and break down in tears. What are you doing now Sam? Why do you have to be this way? Why do you have to be so confused now? Finally the elevator stops at your floor and you run to your apartment. You hear someone call you from behind. Dammit Gerry took the stairs. You fumble with your keys as you try to hurry up and get into your apartment. He grabs you from behind and spins you around in his arms.

“Dammit Sam what the fuck are you doing?” He asks in almost an angry tone.

“I want to be alone. I need to be alone. You can’t understand.” You cry in between sobs.

“No, I can’t understand if you won’t talk to me. Don’t shut me out now.” He says.

He pulls you into his arms and holds you tight.

“Shh, it’s okay love. It’s all okay. Now give me your keys so we can get you warm before you catch yourself one hell of a fucking cold. “ he whispers into your ear.

He moves so that he’s still holding you with one arm as you hand him your keys. He opens the door and helps you inside. He walks you directly to the bathroom where he begins to draw you a hot bath.

“Okay love, we need to get you out of those wet clothes and into this hot bath.” Gerry says as he turns around and looks over at you.

“Oh my.... I must look like a drowned rat.” You state seeing the look on his face.

“No, you’re too cute to be a rat. Maybe a wet kitten but never a rat love.” Gerry jokes as he tries to lift some of the tension.

“Do you joke a lot when you are nervous? “ You ask as you try to pull the heavy rain-drenched sweatshirt over your head.

“Yeah I joke when I’m nervous. I joke when I’m scared too. Sam, you scared the hell out of me. When I woke up and you were gone . . . Let’s just say I felt awful.”Gerry replies.

“Think maybe you could um help me with this?” You say still struggling with the sweatshirt.

Gerry laughs and helps you get the soaked sweatshirt off. You pause for a moment because he’s so close. You close your eyes and look away quickly. Sensing how uncomfortable you are he quickly moves away.

“How about I go fix you some soup and hot tea?” He asks as he drapes the sweatshirt over a chair you have in the bathroom.

“That would be nice. I think there’s some wonton soup in the fridge and the tea is right there by the stove. Can’t miss the tea kettle cause it’s right there on the stove.” You reply.

You start to peel off your soaked and quite muddy jeans. You end up putting the rest of your clothes with the sweatshirt. You walk over towards the tub and notice Gerry had used bubbles in your bath. James always put bubbles in your bath.

“Now you said there was wonton soup in the fridge right?” He yells from the kitchen.

“Um Yeah.” You reply.

You slowly slip into the tub, letting the nice hot water envelop you. You lay your head back and close your eyes. Okay Sam you need to calm down. You’ve said goodbye to James and as hard as that was you made it thru.

“Sam, think you’ll be okay for just a few minutes? I just realized I’m soaked too, love and need to run to my apartment and change. Promise me you’ll stay right here in the apartment?” Gerry asks as he peeks into the bathroom.

“I promise.” You reply.

Gerry closes the bathroom door and leaves your apartment to change clothes. You lay your head back against the edge of the tub and put the washcloth over your eyes, trying to sooth your sore eyes.

“I can’t believe you’ve kept this damn monkey all these years. Man, is this thing ugly ought to beat whoever gave it to you.” You hear a familiar voice say with a laugh.

You take the washcloth off of your eyes and see James sitting on the edge of the tub, holding the sock monkey he had made you

“How . . . ?”You start to ask.

“How can I be here when I’m dead? I’m always with you Sammy.” He says softly.

Slowly you reach over and grab your towel and climb out of the tub. Okay Sam, you’ve just gone over the edge here.

“You’re not losing your mind Sammy I am here. You need to start living your life again. Staying here in your apartment watching life pass you by is not good for you.” James states.

You move slowly over to where your bathrobe is hanging and grab it. You turn around and James is right there in your face.

“Are you even listening to me?” James asks as you jump about five feet in the air.

“Sammy, I won’t watch you do this to yourself. You keep pushing people away and you can’t live like this.” James says.

“Fine then I don’t want to live. How about I just slit my wrists now and be done with it?” You ask in an angry tone.

“You’re mad at me aren’t you?” James asks.

“You left me and I didn’t get a goodbye, kiss my ass or nothing. You sit here telling me that I need to do this and I need to do that but you didn’t even care enough about me to tell me goodbye. Why care now James Why?” You say as you burst into tears.

“Sammy, You know better than to question whether I care for you. You haven’t allowed those wounds to heal. You’re still angry and hurt. Give someone a chance to help you. Let someone in to try to help you heal those wounds. It’s time for me to go.” James says as he walks away from you and heads towards the door.

“James wait . . . goodbye.” You say softly.

‘Goodbye Sammy. And please listen to what I said.” He replies as he seems to vanish in front of your eyes.

Slowly you slide down the wall so that you are sitting on the floor with your head in your hands.
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