VIC'S POV
Tears started streaming down my face after I hung up the phone. What was I thinking? I was still completely and utterly in love with her, and I just ruined it. I washed every thought of Lindsay out of my mind with a little bit of something strong, probably vodka. Once I was used to the alcohol burning my throat, I got up and walked over to the window. It was still dark, the stars were still out, but the sun was creeping up just over the horizon. I gulped down the rest of whatever it was I was drinking and choked because of how strong it was. Being too drunk to stand, I slowly and dizzily made my way into bed.
The mattress was cold, and empty. I looked over and stretched my hand out to the empty side, wishing that Lindsay was there with me. I knew I was going to regret telling her to leave me alone. I had only said it out of spite, anger, and whole-hearted drunkenness.
I could feel myself starting to pass out; everything around me was starting to become one big blur. I looked out the window, at the slowly changing sky. The stars were still shining, and it seemed as though they were falling. The falling stars and the empty mattress started to look the same, turning into one big blur, and soon enough I closed my eyes and passed out.
I woke up the next morning with a massive migraine. I couldn't remember anything from last night. I looked around and saw on my nightstand a small empty glass, with a giant, half-full bottle of vodka next to it. Apparently I had gotten wasted. But why? Was there a specific reason? Why would I get wasted alone in my room? I continued to look around me, and saw my phone on the floor, face down next to my dresser. Okay...someone pissed me off for some reason. But who? What'd they do to piss me off? I slowly got up and stood there, letting the blood rush through my head down to the rest of my body, dizzying me for only a moment. I walked over and picked up my phone, and checked it. Five voicemails and seventeen texts, all from Lindsay. I read every single text, listened to every single voicemail, and then I realized why I was so angry with her, why I had to wash out every memory of her.
The tears started welling up in my eyes because I was reminded that I had ruined everything I had with her. All hope of spending the rest of my life with her, gone. All because I was stupid and got pissed at her for not talking to me. I had to fix it. I had to set things straight with her. But not until my splitting headache went away...
LINDSAY'S POV
I woke up the following evening, my eyes heavy with barely any sleep. As expected, I had a restless, fitful sleep, and I wasn't prepared to do anything today. Sadly, I had promised Dad that I would go to his friend's bar tonight, and hang around with him and everyone else. As exhausted, worried, and depressed as I was, I was also pretty excited to see Elaina and Dereck again. I hadn't seen them since I was four, and I couldn't wait to be able to catch up with them.
I still had a few hours before Dad and I were to be picked up. I was bored, alone in my hotel room, with nothing to do. I got up and went out onto the balcony. I looked down, and imagined how it would feel if I jumped off the edge. I imagined it would be kind of like flying. I closed my eyes, and pictured myself jumping off. I could feel the adrenaline running through me, the wind flowing through my hair. I imagined myself hitting the ground, and smiled at the thought that if I did it, then I would be free. Free from Vic, from hurting him, from being hurt by him. Suddenly the thought of death scared me, and I quickly opened my eyes, surprised that I was starting to think about death again. I went back into my room and slammed the balcony doors shut, and left all thoughts of death outside.
"Lindsay!" I heard Dad outside my door.
"Coming!" I ran to my door, relieved to have a distraction. I opened it, and saw Dad standing there. "Hey Dad!"
