Nothing in Between

15

Ever since Clyde had caught Taylor in her view a few hours ago, she hadn't been able to think of anything else. It was all she thought about as she walked away from the park, as she hesitantly went home, and even when she stepped inside their house.

It was plaguing her mind, and honestly, it was probably killing off every single one of her well-functioning brain cells. Clyde was practically turning into a zombie with the amount of staring-into-nothing she did for the past few hours, until she turned on the TV.

Well, Clyde had actually kicked everyone out of the living room, because she had caught herself zoning out in her bedroom far too many times for such a small number of hours. It definitely didn't seem healthy, so that should be a valid reason for her actions.

She couldn't shake off that odd feeling in her stomach, too. Her stomach had constantly been feeling empty, like it was gradually sinking into sheer nothingness, and even felt like it didn't exist at times. Clyde's stomach felt like an agonizingly empty void.

And it definitely was agonizing, because Clyde kept getting the desperate urge to let out a disturbingly loud scream, one that would surely ruin her vocal chords and would cause their neighbors to become concerned. Though, Clyde's self-consciousness didn't let her.

She didn't know what to do to keep her mind off Taylor.

Clyde had been on this couch for literal hours, and yet, she couldn't bring herself to move her limbs. The only reason why she even knew how long she had been there was because the sky had slowly turned dark, nearly black; it was suddenly nighttime.

It was so hard to think about anything else. Literally nothing could keep Clyde's thoughts away from her ex-girlfriend. There were probably tens of messages from her best friends, but Clyde couldn't see them because she didn't even want to look at her phone.

But those were the least of Clyde's worries.

Right now, the single thought Clyde's mind wanted to circle was her meeting with, the one and only, Taylor Swift. Clyde literally thought it was hilarious, how most people, especially her friends, would become so excited if they met Taylor on a random day.

It was slightly admirable, but at the same time, Clyde couldn't help but feel a little jealous about their excitement. Clyde was just so stuck in the past, and she simply couldn't let go of the abrupt death of their past relationship, even if it had been so long.

Clyde knew she absolutely needed to let it go someday, as it truly muddled and poisoned every thought and opinion she had about Taylor. Would Clyde ever, though? Probably not, since she could barely even look at Taylor without seething in complete anger.

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door.

Clyde nearly snapped her neck turning towards the front door, raising an eyebrow in utter confusion. And for the first time in hours, she grabbed her phone and quickly checked the time. Once Clyde realized that it was midnight, her heart began to race.

Why would someone even come knocking at her door at midnight? Well, it surely wouldn't be a criminal, right? They wouldn't knock. At least, that was what Clyde believed. She just hoped that she was correct, though, as she was already pulling herself to sit up.

Grudgingly, Clyde rapidly stood on both feet and trekked to the doorway, hearing the cats rush to follow behind her. Clyde slowly let out a sigh before wrapping her hand around the door handle, taking one last, steadying breath before finally opening the door.

The sight that met Clyde's tired eyes was shocking, enough to cause her jaw to become ajar. Clyde's heart dropped, sinking into the pit that was formerly known as her stomach. A broken syllable left her lips, and she instinctively went to push the door closed.