Break Away || a.i. *completed & editing*

0.6

Sarah. Sarah. Sarah.

That's all that was going through my mind. I stumbled out the front door of the party, clutching onto the doorframe for support.

Her blue eyes, her smile, her hair, her laugh. Everything was haunting me and I couldn't get it out of my head.

~Flashback~

I sat up from the bed and looked over at Sarah laying next to me. "Now what?" She had asked.

"Why don't I take you for a little adventure?" I grinned as I grabbed her arm to pull her off the bed and walked downstairs with her.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see," I smiled at her, still holding onto her arm.

I led her into my garage where I had one of my favorite games in the world. She stood looking extremely puzzled.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Have you never played pinball?" I asked her, which was returned with her shaking her head at me, baffled.

"How can you have never played pinball?!" I jokingly shook her shoulders as if that were to snap her out of it and she laughed, shrugging like there was nothing she could do about it.

I led her over to the pinball machine, starting it up and playing. I was doing so well, until the ball fell between the pegs.

I let out a groan. "I was so close to matching my last high score!"

I looked over again at Sarah, who was looking at the pinball machine like it'd dropped from outer space. "That's so weird."

"You wanna try?" I asked her.

"Um... Sure," she had said. "But you can't laugh when I fail miserably."

I let out a laugh and said, "I'll just do it now," before moving to let her start the game.

Immediately the ball fell between the pegs and I saw the disappointment take over her face, despite the fact that she was laughing at herself. "Wow, another game I suck at."

"Let me help you," I said, moving behind her and putting my hands on either side of her before releasing the ball to play again. I put my hands over hers on the buttons to hit the ball as it fell down to the pegs and actually beat our high score.

I jumped, freaking out that I'd finally beat the high score. "See? You aren't that bad!"

"You were doing all the work!" She said.

"Not true," I argued, turning to enter a name for the new high score. "Since technically we both beat the high score and you can only have 8 characters for the name, we're gonna have to compromise."

I began squishing our names together and made it dramatic when I had finally come up with it.

"Ashrah."

I stumbled down the steps of the front porch, probably looking drunk as hell. My mind began swimming of all the good times we had together before we broke up.

I remembered the time that I took her to the treehouse for the first time, when she accidentally fell down the tree and shredded the front of her jeans and I practically demanded her to take her pants off, worried sick about what her skin looked like underneath.

I tugged at my hair, my vision going blurry from tears. I began walking down the sidewalk in an attempt to get away from so many people and the loud music.