Jan 05, 2010 23:58
I slipped through the crowds of people shouting "Happy New Year", pushed open the rec room door and stepped into the Compound corridor. Already here, the noises of the party sounded muffled and unreal. Like an echo.
I wasn't nauseous. Tears weren't streaming down my cheeks. Instead, I walked in a fog.
I'd kissed him. I'd told him how I felt and I kissed him. And he had smiled. And in the next moment, I was embracing thin air. The way the party had continued around me made me wonder if it had been real -- if, indeed Bridge had been real. But I knew in my heart the truth: it had been real. And now he was gone. My first and only thought was to get to my home before something happened inside me.
I burst out of the Compound and stumbled down the steps. The blast of cold air jolted me from my stupor. I stared around, alone, and realization kicked in.
That's when the tears came.
sean cassidy