“Vienna, were are you?”

I pop open a bottle of wine, spitting the cork onto the floor, spilling it all down my leather jacket.

“What?” I yell, pouring the wine back into my mouth. Fiona walks into the living room, her white heels stabbing into the grey carpet. ”For gods sake.” She snatches the bottle from my hands.

“Why not?” I ask, my body shrugging with anger and genuine confusion.

“You know what the doctor says.” Her eyebrows narrowing as she sits beside me.

“To hell with the doctor, no one would care anyways.” I grab the bottle back and start to drink again. “Shit, you’ve ruined wine for me.” I place it on the side table giving her that annoyed look where I hate and love her at the same time. “Give me that.” She reaches for the bottle and starts to drink.

“So you’re allowed it and I’m not.” I give out a frustrated laugh.

“I’m not the one who almost died.”

“Fuck will you stop bringing that up.”

“Vienna- I thought I lost you.”

“Well you didn’t okay!” I stand up, frustrated . “See I’m fine.” I sit back down “I’m here, same old me.” A pleading tone stuck inside my voice.

“But you’re not are you?” She looks at me like I’m a kicked puppy.

“Look am I dead?” I ask

“No but-“

“Then it doesn’t matter. So let’s just-“

“Vienna, would you stop!” She interrupts me angrily tears streaming down her face. “Listen I don’t know what has changed but you have, okay, and I have every right to be worried. Fuck we’re getting married and that almost didn’t happen because you just, you don’t care, like you don’t realise but I care about you- and you’re hurting me and you just don’t give a fuck. At all.” She stares at me.

“Like I can awnser that.” I walk into the kitchen crying into the sink.

“Vienna.” She runs after me.

“Just go away okay?”

“Vienna- I’m sorry.” She stands behind me her face wracked with guilt.

“Look I might not be who I was- people stopped buying my art, I’m fucking broke, but I can’t help but change.”

I turn around, her hazel eyes shimmering with tears. “I’m sorry.” She says; my warm body pressing into hers our hands colliding into each other. “Fuck- we’re a mess.” I scream, laughing to myself the tears still rolling.

“Hey it’s ok, just lay off the alcohol ok.” We hold hands.

“It’s just, I don’t make the money anymore, you’re a successful lawyer and you make all the money and what am I doing, sitting around with crayons drawing triangles and squares.” She looks at me smiling to herself.

“Well we don’t have to worry about that unless you want to.”

“Thank god,” I say placing my hand on my chest and bending over like the air has been sucked out from beneath.

“Come on let’s go try on wedding dresses.” She says running towards the doorway.

“I can think of something a little more fun.”

“I’ll get the wine.”

“No fair.”

“You snooze you loose.”

“Whatever.” I smile, they day ending like a warm summer; wine poured all over the bedroom sheets.