Same Streets

Epilogue/Chapter One

Epilogue

Everything had just changed. It was as if I had blinked and I was living someone else's life. If you asked me I couldn't even tell you where Geoff was or what he was doing or whom he was with, it was weird because usually I was with him, all the time. I put my cigarette out and got back into my car, holding back my tears I drove to Newark International Airport.

Chapter one

"Let me buy you a drink" Candice shouted over the loud music, she pulled me in and put her arm around me. I felt like I had no choice but to agree and take the beer. To be honest I really didn't feel like being at the bar, I was tired from my new job and moving, again. I quickly realized that I was stuck at this dingy bar for the next few hours so I took off my coat and tried to enjoy myself.

"So how do you like the city so far"? Candice asked right before she took another shot. "Well.. I missed it. I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by so many people I used to know". She shook her head. "Well it sure ain't no seattle". I gave her a bitchy look. "I have to use the bathroom watch my drink". She nodded and yelled, " Don't forget to use the toilet seat cover!"

I stood in front of the mirror and saw what a wreck I looked like. "Gross" I murmured as I washed my hands. I decided it was time to go home and curl up in my new sheets. Oh lord how good that sounded.

I proceeded to our table only to see some pathetically decorated fruity drink, you know the kinds with 30 pieces of fruit and an umbrella. "What the hell is that?" I said putting on my coat and pointing to that thing.

"What, you're leaving already? But the band hasn't even gone on yet." Candice said, standing up declaring her surprise. "Look Candice I appreciate you celebrating my new job but I look terrible and I am so exhausted. Maybe this weekend we can go out okay?" I said patting her on the back.

She agreed and hugged me and told me to text her and let her know I was home safe. I agreed and pulled my wallet out for cab fare. "Wait, your drink.. you never said thank you" She said pointing over to what looked like a prepubescent Robert Smith. "Thank you? I never asked for it." I looked over at him and gave him the most awkward smile I could, and I waved. " Alright well I am getting out of here before this gets any weirder, ill talk to you later".

We hugged and I stepped outside to catch a cab. 20 minutes through downtown Manhattan and I was finally in my big bed, with my awesome new sheets. I was content.

Soon enough it was 12pm. Lunchtime, the most loved and hated part of the workday. I decided to eat my over-priced yogurt and granola bar out side of work. I was so tired from the night before I felt like I couldn't even eat. Before I knew it, it was time to go back up to the 15th floor and endure my second day of work. I managed to land a job at an up and coming magazine. My job was to sort the clothes that would be used for future articles, it was a cool job I guess, and as I say that I realize how many girls my age and in my profession would kill to have it. It was an amazing opportunity and would probably help my career but for some reason I just felt so empty. But I just ignored this feeling of a giant piece missing and went on with my life, how, no why, should I let this feeling bring me down? Especially when I couldn't figure out the answer.