Fractured Heartstrings

Ch. 26

William's POV
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The game had ended with the opposing team pulling off a win. It wasn't so much the game that had me taken aback, but rather what happened at the game.

I understand the concept of breaking up, or whatever the hell I went through, you supposedly don't feel anything for that person any longer. Possibly it was because I've been sober lately, or even the considerable thought I haven't quite lost devotion, that the rule is up against me. Whatever the case was, I couldn't seem to puzzle the answer together.

If she was no longer supposed to play the same affect on me, why was it I felt no different than the day I first met her? She was whom kept me sane, and without the miraculous healer, I found myself directed straight towards the path of insanity.

I shut my eyes closed and slide down the wall of my bedroom's door. My back up against the cold wood and head rested up onto the door. My mind was spinning and the more I put thought into it all, I'd feel the ache of the heart and failure of mind.

I laid on the floor until the alarm clock blinked midnight, or at least I believe that's what it read. With my eyes going blurry and fading, I was barely capable to comprehend what the time read. Im more growing frustration, I run both my trembling hands through my hair before letting it fall before my eyes.

I swallow deeply, the dryness of my mouth feeling as though someone had shoved sandpaper down the back of my throat. Along with my major organ, everything seems to ache in longing pain.

I drop the bottle in my hand and hear the sound of it rolling across the wooden flooring. It's the only thing I'm able to hear besides my thumping heartbeat.

I sign heavily and willingly push myself up from the ground while using the door as support. I shuffle over to the nightstand and search for items not to be found, I suppose they're in the drawer downstairs, I think to myself.

I cautiously walk down the stairs in the surrounding darkness. I glide my hand up against the wall on the main floor, hoping to feel the texture of the wooden drawer. I struggle for a few moments, hopelessly dragging my hand along the many places (in which were no where near the drawer I was seeking) like a maniac.

I give in and turn on the lights, they shine so brightly I'm nearly convinced I'm blind. Then I simply realize I had closed my eyes and the light had indeed not blinded me. "There ya are," I grin as I spot the hidden shack of keys.

I pick up the jiggling keys and close the drawer. I shut off the lights in a hurry and slowly proceed to make my way out. I race myself to the car, looking as if someone were after me in a movie of batman.

The blurs of my vision strongly start to fade away, but I know I still shouldn't be doing what I proceed to do. I'm not eligible capable. But hen again, it seems as if no one really is anyway.

I step into the car and juggle the keys on my finger for a few instants as I slowly analyze what the hell I'm actually really doing. With a simple shrug I press ignition and slowly back out of the parking spot.

I then find myself out on the nearly empty roads. It's late and I'm acknowledged it isn't the safest idea to be wondering the streets at this time of the night, but despite it, I do it anyway. With having no destination, I keep pressing onto the gas hoping to go faster.

I glance up at my surroundings in curiosity. My eyes stop on the fairly large building, the car's movement stops along with my body. It's all so recognizable and familiar, and how could I not recall our condo.

I bit into my lip as I reconsider going in. But I pull into the underground parking anyway. It seems oddly silent, but supposedly everyone's deeply sleeping at this time, everyone except me.