insane

past

Before anything let me explain our thing.

I know Evan since first day of kindergarten. Sometimes I like to remember those wild curls and his angel face coming towards me, already with his wide smile and bold eyes looking at me. We became friends right away. I wasn't a girly girl and he wasn't the football type, we made our own games. Our parents became close too, they spent just the same together as we did, during our play dates.

Me and Evan stayed together until high school. His parents got divorced and he moved with his dad to Washington. I lost his track until we reunited in New York.

I remember holding his shaking body right after he told me about his parents, as any 14 year old kid, he wasn't prepared to have 2 Christmas dinners, different houses and even that his mother had another man in her life. His life, as he knew it, would change forever. And that changed him too.

My life without him was hard too, I never had to make friends because I had him and that was enough. So freshman year, for me, was full of whispering and fake smiles. Apart from that, it took me a long time to realize that I was meant to be at Arts. I spent too much time worry about Algebra and Physics.

One time he called me. I guess he missed me. We talked for hours that day, telling each other our problems. He fit in easily, made friends with a popular group, quickly escalated through the social pyramid and was even getting very romantic with a girl, Cassie, I believe. All those good news depressed me a bit. How could he forget me so fast? While I was getting bullied for always being alone, weak and an easy target.

He tried to call me, message me and come over to my house. I always rejected him. I preferred never to see him again, like he never happened in my life. Because I thought I was that disposable in his life, easy replaced by someone better.

Thankfully, in Sophomore year I found my place at Art and a little group of friends. Not that I was well placed at the social pyramid, but it didn't matter, I had someone. The more time it passed, the more clear it became that I wanted to be Fashion Designer. Even though this was a late passion, I figured out there was something in creating shapes and mixing materials that I just loved.

At the end of Junior year I had determined that I wanted to pursue this career at the fashion capital, the heart of it all: New York. I left everything, sign in at Parsons and, with full scholarships, I got in. Don't know weather it was luck or fate.

While I'm following my dream, Evan got lost. Those good friends of his were nothing but a bad influence, pushed him into a drug addiction and gave him all sorts of problems.

All I know were my mom's words "He's not like before, that sweet kid is gone. I talked to Mark and he told me that he runway, he doesn't want help and won't hear anyone. We all thought maybe you should call him, bring him some sense, Lola."
Evan was nowhere to be found, I guess he didn't wanted to be found, to be saved. Not even by me. I refused to call him, we both moved on from our life's, we had nothing to talk about.

But he found me. Which brings me to the reunion day.