So there I was, crying in the front seat of the old, beat up Sedan, her jacket in hand. Crying, thinking, breathing, sobbing- rinse and start again. It was the end of December and I was sick of everything.
It was a what was I thinking?! moment. I couldn't think. All I could see was the surprise in her face, then the resignataion. Like she was done trying to pretend she liked me. We were inseperable as kids- always doing things together. It didn't matter I was a boy and she was a girl. We both likes adventures. But now, we are just friends. It didn't matter that she knows me so well we could finish each others' sentences. We are only friends. But we aren't anymore.
I let loose another sob. She was supposed to be my best friend. She was supposed to be there in my darkest times, the shoulder I could cry on, and the one I could always go to if I felt sad. I hold her jacket up to my nose, breathing in her scent. Even with a stuffed nose I could smell the sandalwood and vanilla. I wipe my eyes. But then it hits me: she probably went to him. He probably has his arms around her right now. My eyes water again and I bury my face in the coat. I hit my head repeatedly against the steering wheel, making it beep. I sob again.
Then a bright light lit the driver's side of the car and I squinted to my left, tears still running down my cheeks, and held up my hand to block the bright light.
Then, there was nothing.
