Paper Rings - HS

I could hear the sound of my heart beating in my ears, the floor beneath my feet was slowly turning into jello. Every year on June eleventh I had mourned the day my best friend moved away. I could still picture the way he had his face against the foggy car window as tears cascaded down both our seven year old faces. I thought we'd never find each other again.

"Kaitlyn..." His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Harry's half full cup was now on the floor, cheap alcohol now covering his Adidas trainers as he stared at me in disbelief.

"This can't be happening, is this real? Someone pinch me for gods sake." He spoke frantically now, I continued to stand in silence as I stared at the now grown up Harry as he stood across from me at the other end of the kitchen island.