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[ernny2013]

Hallucination, Neva, Individu, 1987. #ericm #ericmeunier #jacquybitch #joëlbomy #joelbomy https://www.instagram.com/p/CEPfCJSnF2g1gXrsTbIG9JFQPK6jRmRkMdV1Zo0/?igshid=1h11bpt5l8s9q

[whiskeyandbutterflies]

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Feel Again - One Republic

       It's been a long time coming since I've seen your face        I've  been  everywhere  and  back  trying  to  replace        Everything  that  I  had   'til   my  feet  went  numb        Praying   like  a   fool   that's   been  on  the  run

He had parked his car across the road from her place, as discretely as Eric could have done so. Thankfully the street seemed to be packed with other cars of a non-descript nature and his may have just possibly blended in with the rest of them, unless the blonde looked outside with specific intent to find his car of course.

          They had been broken up for almost two months now. Two months since the very day a crate broke open on some rough seas and Rae had seen just exactly what Eric was shipping. The memory of the hurt that flashed through her eyes that day broke him. Eric forcefully shifted in his car and clasped his hand around a coffee cup he had brought with him.

          Maybe what he was doing seemed a little on the stalkerish side. If you stared at his actions long enough, maybe squinted a little too, you would see that he merely missed her. Her presence, her smile, laugh, just everything about her. He had already tried his damn hardest to push Raeleigh O’Slattery to the back of his mind and forget all about her but something made it damn impossible.

          No matter the amount of women he tried to forget about her with, nor the countless hours of sailing to get away from her. There she was in the fore-front of his mind with her beauty and glory. The simple thought of her made him realise just how vast a sea could be. And so, here he was, parked just by her home and he huffed. Drinking back a little more coffee before he pushed a hand through his long hair. Almost thankful they had decided, at least, to stay friends.

          If he had a rational thought within him he’d have turned the keys in the ignition and drove back to the Cape Rouge, but Eric did not. Thanks to their friends he finally came up with an excuse to see her, and with a shift behind her curtains he confirmed she happened to be home.

          The willing it took for him to get out of the car was one that took him a good few moments. Eventually he had removed the keys and clasped his hand around a coffee he had purchased for her, exactly to her liking as he remembered very vividly. His own was awkwardly held in his other hand that was juggling to carry both that and his keys. After a moment of fiddling he stood upon the road and locked up the car.

           Each step carried him closer to her home and he thought over the words he needed to say to her. Ian and himself had came up with an idea of the four of them travelling the seas for a week of relaxation and a catch-up. It was a simple enough task if you weren’t entirely hung up on the woman still—-but he was.

          Like a schoolboy crush Eric knew he needed to be slapped out of whatever false reality he had hoped for and move on. Rae was done with him for as long as he carried on shipping his goods back and forth; skipping customs fees and taxes, ignoring as hard as he could what was hidden within each crate. Sure, there was a usual crate of wine, or very rare items, but most of the time there happened to be drugs. He couldn’t help that, it was just his job to be a delivery boy, they paid him extra to not ask questions, and, at the end of the trip, it made him a very good living. 

          His fist wrapped against the wood of her door and he waited a second until it opened and there Rae stood in her blonde, slightly tired glory at this early hour. Eric let a very charming smile find his face and he held her coffee towards her.

          “Morning, sunshine. I have coffee and a proposition.” He stated very simply, glad when she took hers from his hand. The confusion on her face gave him an extra bounce on his feet. “Mind if I come inside?”

          And as he stepped over the threshold of her home Eric told himself he could get over her tomorrow. Today he would simply bask in the familiar spark of Rae and by the time they went sailing with their friends in a couple of months he would be over her.

                             He hoped, as always.