Chapter 50 The Perfection Of A Peach

• Cassandra, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mine. Never, not even before, has she captivated my soul in such a way. I am simply falling apart without her in my life. It kills me over in agony to think how much longer we are going to play this game. This is not so much of a game for me, but, yet I think that it is one for her, and one that she is enjoying playing far too much.
• What else is not a game, is the loneliness. I cannot bear to be in one minute of silence in my own company anymore, let alone be in the silence of what used to be our home. The club has become my home for what might seem to be on a permanent basis as I have not gone home for several nights in a row now. I do not want to be alone between the walls that should be filled by her presence. I have moved, very much to the annoyance of Josh, a bed into my office where I spend my nights in blissful agony alone.
• And here is where I find myself as I fall back into my black leather chair once again, the irises of my now bleeding eyes are scanning the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, will I not see her tonight? But yet as I look at my watch, which is on my now shaking hands, I realize that it is only but hours into the very early morning. I have once again woken from a tortured dream where I fear that I have lost her forever.