The stories in my flesh (Sequel to scars)

Part 17

Sydney's point of view;

It was him! I run out the cafe and look all around me, where did he go? My heart is beating so fast, I feel like it's going to come out of my chest. Three years of not seeing him, three years. And now that I've finally seen him I feel like dying. But what if it wasn't him? Could it be my mind playing tricks on me? Because Anthony wouldn't run away from me, no- my Anthony wouldn't.

Nick runs out behind me, "What's wrong with you?" he asks. I start to sob and I can't see anything becaue tears are filling up my eyes. My knees feel weak and I collapse on the hard ground. I know I'm making a scene because people are staring but I don't care. Nick kneels to the floor. "Sydney- Sydney what's wrong?!" he asks worried. I wipe my eyes, "It was him Nick!" I scream. "What are you talking about?"

I take a deep breath and try to stop the tears, "It was Anthony, the boy I love, it was him, it was him!" Nick's expression changes, "Are you sure?" I nod rapidly, "I'm sure it was him. He saw me! He- but he didn't talk to me, he ran away. Why would he do that Nick, why?" I start to cry and he gives me a hug, I cry on his chest and feel terrible. "Maybe he didn't recognize you, or maybe he was just too shocked. Don't think negative, okay? He was probably surprised." I pull away and manage to get up, his words comfort me but there's still some doubt in me.

"What are you guys looking at huh? Don't yall have anything better to do?" Nick tells the crowd that's surrounding us, he starts to get angry and that reminds me he has anger problems. I wipe some more tears and grab his arm. "Nick don't let's go." he looks at me then at the crowd. "Stupid people." he murmurs as we walk past them.

"Do you want to go back to the cafe?" he asks and I shake my head, "No. Nick I need to find him. Help me, please." he nods, "Don't worry Sydney I will help you find him." I try to swallow the huge knot in my throat. The question keeps bugging me, why did he run away? Why didn't he run to hug me instead? He probably found a new love. He probably doesn't evem remember me anymore. And that hurts, because all I've done this three years is think of him. I love him so much, and I can't afford to lose him. If I do, I'd die.

"Sydney?" Nick says elbowing me lightly, "Huh?" I tell him distracted. "Have you been listening to me?" he asks and I look down at my feet, "No. Sorry." he looks at me sympathetically, "Its okay. But I said we should be getting back to the hotel." Nick and I are staying in a hotel close to here. We don't have much money left so that's why we came here to the cafe so one of us could apply for a job or something but with what happened while ago we didn't even have time to ask. "We should go back in there and ask about the job." I say. "We don't have to apply here, we can go somewhere else." he's only saying this because he thinks I'm going to start freaking out if we go back in there.

"No, lets apply here. Plus Anthony might come back to this cafe." he nods but I can see he's still unsure. "I'll be fine, come on lets go." I walk back in the cafe and he walks in behind me. "How may I help you two?" a man asks, "We would like to apply for a job, we saw the sign out there." Nick points to the window and the man nods. "How old are you two?"

"I'm twenty and she's nineteen." Nick answers for me, the man looks at us. "Are you two from around here? Its just that I've never seen you two, and its a small town so we basically know everybody. Not trying to be nosy or anything." Nick looks at me, I could tell him I was that girl who tried to kill herself in the bathtub about three years ago but instead I say, "No. We are new here. We are looking for colleges and we heard there's good ones close to this town."

"Oh yes indeed theres plenty of colleges around here. And how about you two fill out this application." he hands us two forms and we sit at a table. "Nice story you told there." Nick says starting to fill out the form. I look over at a table next to us, there's a knife on the table. Its not that sharp or anything but it'll sure slice through my skin- "What are you looking at?" Nick asks and I look away from the knife. "Nothing."

"So, I have a plan on how we can find that Anthony guy." he says still filling up his application. I look at him, "Really?" he nods. "Yes really. And I think it could work."