... missing you ...

he opens his eyes, realizes that it was morning. taking one look at his surrounding, he didn’t quite recognize where he was. although it was all his stuff, it was arranged differently. and then he remembers, he just moved to a bigger apartment unit.

kuzco wondered why he was having a hangover. he didn’t drink that much the night before. picking up the phone, he calls jace “what happened last nite?”

“boy, you got real plastered. some dude spiked the cocktails. i was lucky not to touch it”

“why didn’t you stop me from drinking?” kuzco laments.

“by the time i got to you, you’d finished two glasses. what’s up with you, darlin’? i’ve not seen you this bad. not since.. well, you know who..”

“its nothing. its nothing. i’ll catch up with you later”

her face has been playing in his head over and over again. he just couldn’t get her out of his fantasies. popping an aspirin, he wishes that he could have made things better with her. unfortunately, he thought, it was a second time too late.

he just recently recovered from a post medication depression. it was something that rarely happens, but when it does, it required him to be anti-social.

and during this point, he neglected her, didn’t call, didn’t message, didn’t email. she didn’t know, of course, that he had this condition. and he wasn’t in a right state of mind to know what is going on.

kuzco paces around the apartment, hoping to get a grip of his headache and gather his thoughts together before walking out into the chilly air.

god, he misses her..