The Girl He Loved

6- Lilly

As I'm arguing with Nick, I barely have time to notice that Jayson had walked away. When we had finished arguing, I decided I was ready to leave. Nick huffed and argued that we had just gotten there, but I was determined to go home and get this goddamn dress and heels off. The dress was itchy and heavy, and the heels hurt my feet so bad it felt like they where being compressed  by shrinking plastic.  Every time I complained about how uncomfortable the dress was, or how much my feet hurt, Nick would always groan and come back with some smart comment about why they hurt or why I was uncomfortable. "Maybe you should have chosen a different costume then, Lil." "Maybe your feet grew while you were sitting down, and now the shoes are to small." And every remark would make me smile, and the smirk on his face was somehow quite comforting after all the attention back at the school. The car ride home seemed to take longer than normal, but I didn't mind. The more time I spent with him now is making up for time I missed when I went into recovery. I remember how hard it was for both of us. I remember the smile on his face when he came to get me the day I was finally able to go home again. I remember everyday after that, for two months, he would do everything with me. He would take me out to eat, we would go see movies. Then I moved in with them. All the moving threw us off, and we hadn't done anything together in over a year. Between school and work, nothing has been going right. I lost the one person that meant the world to me, I left the school with everyone I know, my teachers I loved, the life where I was accepted for me.