“Who was the person?” My tongue numb and I like the way it moves in my mouth.

“Oh it was uhm…I don’t know a dj or something right Al?” wow it moves a lot more then you would think, “She said she knew you.”

Well a lot of people know me, doesn’t mean I know them. Seriously the tongue is absolutely amazing; no wonder the girls love the tongue.

“Oh yeah Dj Sugah,” no clue who the fuck that is. “She said she knew you from a long time ago.”

“Don’t remember her, what’s her real name?” the top of my tongue hurts now, fucking coffee.

“Oh uh shit what was it?” ha-ha they don’t even know, I want a muffin…no sick joke just a plan chocolate chip muffin. “It was like Chantal or something.”

“God Dana that’s not even close it was like something Morales.” fucks what?

My heart stops, my lungs screaming for air and I can’t breathe. It can’t be, no fucking way can she be here after all this time. God I want to see her shit the door…the crying girl. Turning trying to find her, to get a glimpse of her…maybe she…I wonder if she ever thinks of me.

“What? Shane what are you doing?” her voice faint, an annoying whisper that I can’t ignore.

“Was…was her name Carmen Morales?” just saying it, hearing it and I need to see her. Her eyes flashing through my mind each tear ripping a piece of my heart out.

“Yeah that’s it…wait you remember her?”

The world falls away and all I see is her, her ghost standing beside me. I can smell her perfume lingers in the air, her skin soft and I can remember when I first saw her. I can see that smile, hear her laugh that makes everything okay. I think I’m going to pass out…fuck me, I hate her. I hate her because she made me leave…she chose him over me. She can’t have thought of me…not like I’ve thought of her.

“I got to go,” stumbling out and they call after me wanting to know what the fuck is happening and I have no clue. Shit this is a bad day, what the fuck is with today?