Todos los capítulos de THAI Just One Last Embrace: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

//Arcueil, Paris //  50 percent. Enough for a half-an-hour call.  Théo stretched out on his daybed, sitting up after checking his phone's battery bars. He got on his feet and headed out the door. The rooftop would be ideal. Moonlit. Spacious.  Private. He could talk to his girl for as long as he wanted. His hand disheveled his clean-cut hair as he dashed across the hallway to get to the staircase. He glanced around the lonely apartment, then flipped the wall light on. The loft, unusually still since the all-nighters left, reeked of male musk and sweat. Théo grimaced. A tolerable noise of rock 'n roll music playing over a speaker in the next unit was the only thing keeping their apartment from being eerily quiet. Naturally, the place was a complete mess again. Dirty ashtrays, dirty shirts, and even filthier sneakers littered the living room. An old friend had dropp

•// Aspen, CO // // First leg of the band's US tour // His skull felt like breaking open. Kyle hurled his beer can into the trash. He kicked the door to slam it shut, not caring if he'd wake the people in the next room. Another draining headache had been hammering his head since ten. All he had earlier was a few sips of beer, and even if he'd already taken two analgesics, his stupid migraine only seemed to have gotten worse. Another highlight of his tiring day was when his phone got smashed. They were about to finish their set, and he'd forgotten that his phone was still in his pocket. The stage was pretty high, about five feet up. It was only when they were clearing the stage when he'd noticed it was his phone on the damp ground, jumbled into the tangled wires. It had been raining all evening. The cellphone was soaking wet and almost covered with dirt when he'd picked it up. He had dried it off with his han

"Where's Via?" Kyle looked up and saw Ed, holding another half-empty beer bottle in his left hand while the other held a lit cigarette. He then recognized a ruffled up white jacket draped over his old friend's shoulder. "Headed back to the lodge two hours ago; cold meds made her dozy. Where's that blonde dude you been chatting up since eight?" "In the backseat. Why? Jealous?" Kyle chuckled and put his beer bottle on the old coffee table beside the staircase. The table was still crammed with booze and snacks. The party started at seven. The place had been pretty packed since he'd told Jay and the guys that he didn't want them to rent a big place. "So..." Ed looked around. "Where's that smokin' raven-haired chick you been feelin' up the past half-hour?" He snickered. "Ladies' room, I think. You're leaving?" "Got more important friends to hang out with." Just be

•Bright white numbers on his phone's screen gleamed at Kyle after he greeted the guard with the curt smile. With only his new phone and wallet in his pocket, he walked past the hotel lobby, his leg and back muscles aching every bit. Even in midday, the massive pendant-bowl chandeliers lit the place brilliantly. The lights complemented the burgundy furnishings of the space. His phone beeped right before he reached the elevator. Kyle read Jay's text and repeatedly pressed the elevator's Up button. He then thanked Jay and his wife for arranging the whole party, especially since Kyle didn't even shell out more than 50 bucks. Getting wasted actually topped his to-do list today. He just had to rid himself of some work-related (and non-work-related) stress, get the bad vibes out of his system. Only, the idea didn't pan out. He walked past Veronica's hotel room when some blues/rock music coming from her room held hi

•His question left her speechless, just as he'd expected. He just wanted to hear her say it.  For weeks on end, he'd been wishing for this moment.  The urgency in him just wouldn't let it go. He called her up tonight to finally get some straight answers. Yeah. She owed him at least that. And he knew she felt guilty enough to oblige his self-serving whims. "You love him?" he asked her again despite the knife-like pain in his heart every time he'd hear her voice. Truth be told, he was scared shitless of hearing the truth...no matter how much he longed to hear it straight from her. Instead of answering his question, Veronica lifted her hands to hide her face. They both fell silent. That's when he figured she was already whimpering.  Théo swiped his warm palm against his stubbled cheek. His jaw tensed more as his strained legs stretched under the desk. Now feeling quite