When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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"How come you always get the better side of the room?" She turns to me as she packs her weekend bag.
"That's not true, sophomore year you had the window view and I was under the skylight?" Lila assures, but that was because she requested it.
"Hmm okay" she shrugs and zips up her bag. First long weekend of senior year was here and I was relieved of its presence. I hadn't been home in a month and though the space is always good. School had been hard, I was experiencing the senior scaries.
What was I doing with my life after this? Law school or go for my masters?
Everything seemed so conflicting, there was no direct trail of which way to trudge. But a few days at home should do me some good.
"You sure you don't need a ride, seriously I don't mind dropping you in Boston. I could give Mama B a hug!" Lila shakes her head "come on we'd cut down on carbon emissions"
"I'm seriously okay Sloan" I swing my backpack over my shoulder doubtful and she shrugs.
"I gotta be independent at some point, I promise you take out on Tuesday night!" I suck in my lips then sigh, she always did get me with the promise of takeout.
"Fine, be safe okay" I hug her tight and let go.
She'd never fully understand why I was this way. But it's because I hug someone like it's the last time I'd ever see them. Tomorrow isn't granted for anybody or any relationship.
But she was something different, Lila Love and her family had become my own. I was like an adopted child to the Loves as Lila was to the Casey's.
"Text me if you need anything! Just a thirty minutes drive away Mads" I shut the door to the dorm and make my way out of the building.
I hated early mornings, but mom and dad had plans for my evening. They claimed it was a surprised, but I'm positive it's just my favorite meal that they've cooked up with a movie and games.
They cherished my visits with them, because unfortunately I lacked them. It's not because I didn't love them, but because home was filled with hard heavy reminders of the past. School itself was drowning and my studies consumed my life.
I drove my car as I found myself off campus. I saw the cafe sign in the distance and found myself in bliss. It was a bit far from campus but for a four hour ride home, it was worth the stop.
The coffee in Harlem was on the way to be fair, but it's what I needed this morning. Bobs was never a miss and for this ride home I'd need the sustenance.
