Writing Prompt #1 – All Good Things Come To An End

“All good things come to an end,” Jacob said.

“Really?” David asked.

“Well, that’s what they say right?” Jacob replied rhetorically.

David sat still and wondered about all of the things “they” say. He hated them, whoever “they” were. “They” had never lifted a finger to help him or console him in his times of need except to say idiotic things that on the surface made perfect sense, but in the throes of the emotional upheaval one went through, seemed to be entirely illogical, demeaning, and inappropriate. After all, everyone knew that the best way to recover from a broken heart was to hide in a bottle of Jack Daniels and put action movies on an endless loop while eating pizza and wings.
So why was Jacob so hell bent on interrupting that, David wondered?

“Look, I am in no mood to hear about all of the other fish in the sea,” David began, “I do not want to be told that I just need to get back on the horse. And I certainly do not want to hear that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.”

David watched Jacob’s face and saw, well, nothing. It was a blank expression as usual. Maybe not blank, but more of a “what else am I supposed to say” look. But then, what could he really say. When a man’s heart was broken, there truly were no words that could just make things better. Men were not wired that way. They needed to break things, to scream at things, to shake things up, and then drown themselves in drink. That was the rule, the expectation, and David was not going to thumb his nose in the face of centuries of tradition.

It had only been a week since it had happened. Only a week since his world had been turned upside down. Only a week since he had mentally curled up in a fetal position and began feeling the pain of a thousand deaths. He wanted to know why. Not about why he was feeling the way he did. He knew damn well why. No, he wanted to know why it had to happen to him. How had it come to this? They had been in love for so long. The “finish your sentences, know when to talk and when to shut up and hug” kind of love.

And just like that it was over.

Just like that, Sam was gone.

“What the hell are you watching?” Jacob asked, interrupting David’s wallowing.

“Huh? Uhhhh…Predator,” David replied.

“Predator? Out of all the movies out there to help you feel better after a break up, you choose Predator?”

David looked over at Jacob and tried to smile. He was able to manage something. It was a crooked upward curve of the lips perfectly accented with a low snort. He reached for the remote control, pointed it at his flat screen, and watched with Jacob as the scenes backed up swiftly. After a few seconds, he stopped on a scene, and pressed pause. Looking over at Jacob, he nodded his head toward the television, silently answering his question through the scene in front of them.

“Um…oh…ok. I guess this could be considered a…feel good movie,” Jacob said as he stared at the screen.
David watched Jacob’s eyebrows. He loved it when he did the “Spock” thing. It meant that you truly got his attention. If he had to guess, it was Carl Weathers that got him going. Jacob had a thing for tall, dark and handsome. And if they had muscles, like the ones Carl displayed as he helped his band of merry men pull a rope to string up a trap, well, Jacob was on a different plane of heaven altogether.

“You guess?” David asked. “There’s a group of sweaty, muscular, shirtless men in the jungle setting up traps for some invisible, killer alien. The emphasis here is on sweaty, muscular, and shirtless by the way. This, my friend, is the feel good fucking movie of the year.”

David turned his attention toward the TV again. He thought he’d made a much better choice in movie selection. Magic Mike just didn’t go well with Jack Daniels and pizza. Plus, in his current state of mind, he just wanted to punch things. He suspected there would not be enough punching in Magic Mike. At least he could live vicariously through Arnold, Carl, and that Governor guy, and actually blow shit up, and waste bullets by completely destroying a patch of jungle to release some aggression.

“Ok, well, un-pause this damn thing and scoot over. I can’t very well let you sit in bed being a dirty old man by yourself. Besides, you need a friend in your hour of need. Someone who understands,” Jacob said.

“First of all, the only thing you understand and that you want to see more man flesh. Two, I’m the same age as you, so watch it geezer. And three…” David’s voice trailed off. It was as if every emotion came crashing at him at once. It was one of those moments where thoughts collided in a huge bubble, each one smashing into the other, along with the corresponding emotion. At that moment David relived his entire life with Sam. Every bright and shiny moment, and every pitfall and disaster replayed in his mind. Every argument, every make up session, every moment they cared for one another during a cold and flu season.

And now…now…there was nothing.

It was all gone, and he didn’t see a way to bring it back. His breathing became labored and his muscles became weak. For a moment it seemed as if he was in another world. Or, maybe it was more that he hoped he was in another world. A world where Sam was just out of town on business and would be back early to surprise him with flowers and that Cab Sav from the bed and breakfast they liked going to every fall. But he wasn’t in that world. No, he was in a world where he sat in sweats and a USC t-shirt, with a half-eaten pizza between his legs, Jack in a glass on his left, and his old friend Jacob on his right.

He was in a world where all of those things existed, comforted him, and never let him down.

“…and three,” David continued, “get your own glass because you’re not sipping out of mine. I heard you were with Kyle the other day and that boy…he…he just ain’t right”, David finished.

Both men looked at each other and started laughing. It was the first time David had laughed in over a week. Tears formed, but did not fall as he continued to laugh. For the first time in over a week, they did not form because he was sad. Now, they formed because for the first time in over week, he knew that everything was going to be alright.


About My PoeticJustus

Look, I'll be honest. These "about me" sections drive me nuts. Basically because I'm awful at self promotion. Ok, not so much awful as, uncertain. I mean, what do I say? How much do I share? Do people really care? Here's what I'll do. I'll share some info and you can just decide what you like and what you don't. Deal? Cool!! So, I am Chicago born writer moonlighting as a mental health professional. Now, my paycheck and bank account would tell you that the opposite is true. But in my heart, I'm a writer. I have a few characters that I am very passionate about and some stories to tell and in between there, I have thoughts to share. Some are serious, some are funny...ok...most are funny. Nothing brings me more joy than stirring up the pot, pointing out hypocrisy, and getting people to think outside the box and challenge their long held beliefs. I don't want to change your mind or your habits...just think of me as the Devil's Advocate. So hey! Sit back, take a read, and feel free to let me know what you think. See ya around cyberspace!! Dennis
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