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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All hopes are crushed when I look over.
Because who I daydreamed it to be, isn't standing there. But yet again, fairytales don't exist, because the real princesses get cheated on and the princes tend to be greedy.
Well there's the lucky few who make it out okay. But only so many of those exists, nobody perfect. I was starting to believe fairy tales truly didn't come true.
But now I'm left with that same woman staring at me "Sloan?" She questions again, "That is your name right?" She fakes confusion as I sigh.
"You know it's me" I reply, "You've worked here for years, saw me as a young teen and now I'm here again. Now tell me why the doors are closed?" She gives me a stare that shows she doesn't want to say.
My heart crumbles.
I don't need to hear her words of confirmation "Leave, I just... I want to be alone here for now please. That's all I ask" The woman doesn't say anything, no expression changes in her face. She just steps away, leaving me in this hallway alone.
I reach for my phone with my shaken hand. I press down on the call button as a hiccuped sob leaves my mouth, "Sloan?"
My mothers voice trails out of the other end of the phone, "Mommy I need you" My voice breaks as I speak. My knees meet the ground, I knew people surrounding would be able to hear me in the other rooms.
But I didn't care, because I was grieving a bigger loss. One that I didn't want to just remain in my memories "Sloan honey where are you?" I send her my location as I shake feverishly on the ground.
I can almost not breath as I sit here alone. Closing hours were just mere minutes away, but I knew they would have to lock the place with me in it. I didn't care if the cops were called, I was grieving in this moment.
I hear the same footsteps again, I didn't want that woman to kick me out. So I sit with my head in my laps as I cry, they'd have to lift for me all I care.
I feel a paper bag hit the top of my head and before I could move. I feel it, I feel arms wrap around me and as I open them, my body stills.
I couldn't tell if this was a hallucination or not. Because this if anything felt like a fantasy, but as I smelt his cologne. The one that smelt of home and vanilla, I leaned into his arms. He holds me tight as I continue to cry, as I struggle to breathe he opens the bag. He forces it against my lips.
"Breathe in" Alex instructs and I do as told. I close my eyes and open them quickly, once again fearing he'd be gone, "and out" his fingers reach for the claw clip that held my hair up. He pinches it and releases my hair, his hand then moved to my back as he began to rub it.
I break away the bag "Alex I-" He shushed me as my eyes blurred again. The vision of him almost sea glass like through my tears.
"I want you to get your breathing back to regular okay?" He doesn't let me speak further, he just holds me in his arms. I hear the doors surrounding shut, closing us alone in this hallway.
