August 1998
I managed to charter a plane from Dallas to LA so I could spend my weekend off with Lindsey. I thanked Karen for the ride from the airport as she dropped me off outside Lindsey's, flicking my hair back as it shone in the late afternoon sun. It was still mild enough to take a walk and I was hoping he'd yield to my suggestions to visit my favourite, quiet beach. I wasn't sure if he'd be in yet, knowing he'd be seeing William, but I was fine with stealing his coffee and sitting down to some writing while I waited. I used my key to enter, wandering into the lounge where I found William playing in his pen, him reaching out immediately as he noticed me. "Hello there my favourite little boy, how are you?" He giggled and reached for my hair as I leaned down, "Let me find your daddy and we can play with you." I straightened up and walked across to the kitchen. "Linds? Where are you?" I asked as I opened the door. Things seemed to move slowly and fast at the same time. I found Lindsey. He was standing with his back to me, a pair of pink hands clasping his legs as sounds of a movement I knew all too well, broke the relative quiet. "L-Lindsey." I asked, wanting to believe I was imagining things, or that there was some non-adulterous explanation.
"FUCK." He yelled. I turned around and dashed down the corridor before he could meet my eyes, hyperventilating as my head spun. This was it, it was finally over between us. My hands shook as I turned his door knob and I ran onto the drive. He yelled my name after me and caught up as I reached the road. He grabbed my wrist and I spat in his face. "Never..." I fumed- aware that practically half of my possessions were in the house behind us- glaring into his teary and defeated expression. "Contact me again." I walked away, mascara streaming down my face, a dull pain in my chest that erupted as my heart beat fast against the silver, heart necklace he'd gifted me that Valentine's Day. With every step I expected him to come up behind me and beg me for forgiveness, to tell me just how much he (had always) loved me. But he didn't.
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Why?
أدب الهواةIt has been 18 months since Stevie Nicks disappeared at the height of her comeback tour as a solo artist, and even many that she knew for decades have been left in the dark. What caused her to seemingly vanish, and will she ever return?
