#corei

In retrospect, it wouldn’t have been hard for him to burn a man during one of his brawls. With the touch of his palm, he could’ve incinerated someone alive, but he supposed he loved the thrill. There was a rush with each punch and hit; something humanity called.. adrenaline?

It made him feel alive.

Real.

And, besides.. Hollywood’s leading actor couldn’t be seen as a human blow-torch, right? That was the reason why he took the back roads, leaving a trail of coughed up blood all the while. Paparazzi would’ve ate this up like the bag of chips he had in his pocket.

‘Or like the phone,’ he thought, feeling a buzzing on the inside of his leather coat.

“What’s the word, hummin’ bird?”

Wrong line. You’ve just pissed her off.

You told her you’d be home three hours ago.

“I know, I know. I’m late, and I’m sorry.”

Say something else. You know she’s upset.

Worried.

You don’t make this easy.

“I know. I just.. Look, I’m sorry, okay. I’m on my way home now.”

Is that the best you got, Twilight?

“Kydei, please.. stoooooop.. I’m fine. I know it’s late, and I didn’t call … No, I don’t need a ride, I just—”

‘You can’t keep doing this to me.’

‘You’re not invincible, Corei.’

“..And you’re.. right. I’m not. And, I’m sorry.. I.. don’t make this easy.. for you. I know you didn’t ask for this—for any of this—and I don’t..—”

He took a deep breath.

“Look, I don’t.. — ..you’re.. the most important person to me, okay? If it wasn’t for you, I probably wouldn’t even be alive, and I know.. I know that’s not any comfort, but.. I do love you. And I do care, okay? I do.. and I’m sorry it doesn’t seem like it.. but don’t say that I don’t.”

…

“I’ll be home soon.”

And with another deep breath, Corei hung up the call, and shoved his hands into his jeans. “Fuckin’ damn it,” he muttered, looking up at the night sky.