A Path Crossed Over

.4.

Sarah felt a rush of euphoria. She didn't quiet understand any of it. Something about the handsome stranger gave her a tingling sensation. A charge of deja-vu made her heart gallop. He didn't look familiar, but there was something, Sarah couldn't understand what. She tried to make sense of it, as she laid on her bed. 

"Who is he." She spoke to her cat. 

He looked back at her, his ears jived  back and forth. He didn't get it either. 

"Well, not like it matters anyways. I probably won't see him again. I don't need a fling or anything, even if he is... gorgeous. What would be the point. I'm only here for two weeks. I'm not here to find love or anything. Love is overrated. We are all in such a hurry to find love. What's the point. Most people end up getting hurt in the end anyways. I don't need anyone. Much better on my own."

Bratley's eyes narrowed. 

"Ok better on my own, with you." She gave him a scratch under his chin. He looked satisfied, as a smile curled upwards against his furry face. 

The cat hopped off the bed, and made a mad dash towards the bathroom. He returned with a ponytail in his mouth, and dropped it in front of Sarah. 

"Ok, we can play." 

Sarah tossed the ponytail, and Bratley flung himself towards it. He caught the ponytail, then placed it back at Sarah's feet. The game of catch resumed for a solid thirty minutes until Bratley brought his toy back into the bathroom. 

A swish could be heard, as Bratley plopped the ponytail in the toilet, and started to bat it around the porcelain bowl. He loved doing this, and Sarah  never understood why, or why catch had been his favorite game. Such an odd cat Bratley was. It was his unique personality, that made Sarah love him even more. His silliness greatly made him stand out, and he took it in a proud stride. If only Sarah could come out of her shell aswell.  

She took a long sigh, as she looked up at the ceiling. She laid there in a trance, as her mind wandered. Why did she have to feel so glum. She travelled across the world, she should be at least a little ecstatic. She felt homesick though. The country of Ireland seemed to have nothing to offer. Sure the land was beautiful, and very unlike anything she has ever seen before. She just felt, empty, like an endless void. She decided to sleep it off, her eyelids shut, leaving her mind blank, nothing. No dreams, no motion pictures playing back in her head. 

A tap at the door, woke her. She did not get up, so the tapping got louder. 

"Hey...Sarah, uhhm..." Drew's voice carried off behind the closed door. "Look, I know you didn't want to tag along. Please let me in. You can't sit in your room the whole time we're here." 

Sarah hesitated, but eventually let her brother in. 

"Thanks for knocking," she said, no emotion behind  her words. 

Drew let himself in, and plopped himself on the end of her bed. 

"I feel bad, I didn't mean to drag you along. Mom thought it would be a great idea. To bond, get re-acquainted once again." 

Sarah kept quiet, her glance lingered, staring off at nothing in particular. 

"Why don't we go out, just you and me, my treat. I know I have been a bit of a nuisance lately. I know we haven't talked much since... Leo." 

As that name left Drew's lips, Sarah felt her heart clench. Leo was his best friend, is his best friend. Sarah always adored him, she always thought he would be the one to soften her heart of stone. Instead he hardened it. They dated for almost two years, then Leo strayed. They moved together, planned a future. He got a new job, and then he started to come home later each night. Sarah knew something was up, but she didn't have the courage to say anything, or end it. She acted naive, as if everything was still normal. One night he told her it was over. He met someone, and that became the end of Sarah and Leo. 

Her eyes met Drew's, and she fought the tears back. 

"Well maybe, getting out will do me some good." Sarah said. "Where do you suppose we go." 

"I heard of a place, from a team member. Its only about a five minute trek from here. A nice quaint pub, called The Walsh Hound. I heard its a hotspot, but also doesn't get too overly busy, so your social anxiety should remain in tact." 

"Well I suppose we could do that." 

Of course, she really didn't want to, but also knew she should rip off this dark shroud she let weigh down on her shoulders.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, and it would be nice to visit Drew, without his ball and chain tagging behind him.