You and Me

Almost Lovers

And I've been sleepwalking, been wandering all night

Trying to take what's lost and broke and make it rightI've been sleepwalking too close to the fire

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After that conversation she left, but gave me her new phone number and address. Right after she left it started to rain. Since my parents gave me a ride to the ballroom and they already left I decided to take a walk home. My makeup started to get removed by the rain drops mixed with my tears. At that moment, I swear, I wanted to run away, somewhere really far.

I came home, threw my keys into a little box where I usually keep them and stood in the hallway for a little while. It all came back to me now. The need to be with her, the love I felt for her.

I was still holding the paper with her little note that she gave me and was looking at it while I was walking into my living room. I put it on the coffee table and went straight to the bathroom where I got undressed, jumped right in the warm water. I've always loved taking baths, it was usually the only moment I could relax even for a little period of time.

After an hour spent in the bathroom I came out only in a towel and sat down on the sofa holding my legs to the chest and went trough my wet hair with fingers. I was staring at the paper with her number and address and almost stood up to take my phone and called her, but instead of that I took the paper and threw it in the air.

The next morning I decided to sleep in since, I couldn't sleep all night. I was really depressed, in pain and figured out that if I left for at least a month all would be solved. I remembered that I got an offer from my school to travel abroad as a missioner. Since I had the money for a bigger trip I decided to apply for it and the next week I got accepted to the project.

I spent the whole month in India. I've always wanted to go there and I couldn't be more grateful and happier.

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I came home after a month without internet, proper hygiene and bed. Even though I loved every second of it I was happy to be home.

The first thing I did was that I got clean, ate something and slept. I woke up around 4pm and remembered that the postman left a whole bunch of letter here so I took them and sat down on the sofa. "Bills, bills and bills." I exhaled and then found a letter from one of my friends, Rob:

xx

Dear Mia,

How are you my dear? I heard that you left for a trip! I have some bad news girl. You remember Miss Rooney? She's at a hospital and she wanted me to write you. She's been asking a lot about you. She's out of the worst. She was one of the few lucky people who survived a terrorist attack.

I hope you're doing okay..

with love,

Rob xoxo

xx

The letter fell from my hands to the floor. I got a panic attack and could't move or breath for a whole. After I calmed down, I immediately tried to call him, but he turned his phone off, probably. I had no idea in which of the many hospitals she's in or whether she's still in. I called all of them and none of them had a patient with her name. I started to cry when I remembered that there's one I forgot to call. They told me that she's already at home. I immediately searched the whole living-room, fount the little paper she gave me and without thinking I changed my clothes and ran out of my apartment.