Lonely at Dawn

[Darren Nash]

Darren woke for the second in Aurelie's apartment. For the second time it was a new day except this time the sun was already up. For the second time, he was alone in her bed. The fact that he now seemed to live with her made it all better and he couldn't help but grin at the thought.

Slowly getting up, Darren pottered around, checking out the place, and was amazed to find Aurelie hadn't lied about having a punch bag installed. He then went through to shower and unpacked the small items he owned, using up very little space indeed. After throwing on some training clothes, Darren took his key and went for a run, stopping at a bakery to grab some breakfast before returning to the apartment. Not a bad neighbourhood, he thought after several blocks.

Letting himself in, Darren spent several minutes wrapping his hands in an almost ritual-like fashion, determination etched on his face. Taking out one of his CDs (Rest Inside the Flames by 36 Crazyfists), Darren puts on the stereo system, chucks the CD in and faces the bag.

As the msuic kicked in and the dirty bass ripped throough his body, Darren began to strike the bag with combination punches, doing three minute rounds with a minute's rest in between. As each round passed, the intensity of the punches inceased as he threw some of the sickest punches ever, leaving the bag with indentations every 3 minutes that he needed to beat out by spinning the bag round.

As the seventh track kicked in, Darren stopped as he listened to the lyrics;

It took all these nights alone,
Alone we are,
Aurora, don't leave me out,
Aurora, don't leave me out.

Ignoring how alone he suddenly felt, Darren continued to strike the bag, his mind finding his focus once more.

[Darren Nash]

After the CD ends and the sweat is running off Darren's flesh, he head's through to the lounge and is surprised to see Aura sitting there, as perfect as ever.

"Hey," he cries, "when did you come in?" He strides over to her, planting a kiss on her lips, the loneliness vanishing in her presence.

[Forn Clakes]

"Its as perfect as you," he replies, moving through to grab a towel and wiping himself down.

Coming back to her, he sits and starts to unwind his hand wraps only to find that they are a bit bloody from hitting the back with such force.

"I missed you," he purrs, "Everything ok?"

[Forn Clakes]

"So," he says, hating to bring up the conversation again, without sounding like a jackass, overprotective boyfriend, "Where did you go?"

[Darren Nash]

Darren sighs inside, not wanting to have a repeat performance, and decides to change the subject.

"I unpacked what little I had, hope you don't mind. I didn't take up much space."