Those Nights

Yaaaaay 1 year of writing scripts! So in true KyloCast style, let's kick this off with a sad script (I'm sorry D:)

12 am, my phone rings and I know it's you. I pick up and ask why you called and you tell me to meet you in an hour and to bring a jacket. I smile and hang up, wondering what you have in store for me at 1 am in the morning and I know I'll spend the next hour fretting over how I'm gonna look because I always want to look my best in front of you even if it's just another one of our midnight drives.

1 am and I open up my window once I hear the telltale taps of small pebbles hitting the glass like one of those cheesy chick flicks we make fun of whenever the both of us had time to spare. I grin at you and mouth, "Just a minute." before tiptoeing downstairs, past my parents' bedroom who are asleep, out the door, and into the night with you. I take your outstretched hand and squeeze it, barely containing my excitement.

2 am and we're driving down the road, with no particular place in mind and I wonder if you know how perfect this moment is, just you and me and the world that is full of mystery and adventure that we both seek. A joke passes between us, a private one we've had for months and our friends call us crazy because only the two of us can understand each other. Just two minds in perfect sync.

3 am and everything is shattered because I'm in my bed, and all of that was just a memory that somehow crept into my dreams. 3 am, and I realize you're no longer with me and it's not me on the passenger seat of your car anymore. 3 am and you're knocking on someone else's window, ready to take her on an adventure with you.

4 am and I'm tossing and turning, and I can't go back to sleep because all I'm thinking about is you again and I thought I was over it and I'm not. 4 am, and my heart wrenches when I think about your smile, the way your eyes lit up when you talked about art, the passion in your voice when you spoke about something you love. 4 am, and I'm thinking you're with her and that should be me, that should be me, that should be me.

5 am and I've given up all hopes of going back to sleep because it's one of those nights where I can't help but think about what might have been if I had been enough. 5 am and those nights with you are gone, 5 am and those jokes are forgotten, 5 am and you're not here.