There are lights everywhere, even in the black sky. Buildings tower over my slender body and I shiver because know I am lost and no one is looking for me.
Even if Anthony were to find out where I am, he wouldn't come for me. He wouldn't care. He is probably at home, working on a charcoaled drawing. Can he possibly be thinking of me?
I bring my hand up and wipe a tear from my cheek because there's no use crying when no one can hear you.
Quickening my pace, I pull my jacket tightly around me and whisper words of relaxation. Without looking up, I keep going. Suddenly my body hits something tall.
"Ow!" I cry, raising my head. "I'm sorry."
I look into a pair of dark eyes. "Christian?"
"I haven't seen you for so long!" He hugs me closely. I smile.
"I know. What are you doing here?"
He shows me two tickets. "I just came back from a concert." I study him for a moment.
"Was it any good?"
"Fucking amazing." He pauses and runs a hand over his black shirt. "Where'd you come from?"
"Another one of those parties. This time I left."
"I don't blame you."
I stare at my feet for a moment, trying to make sense of what I am feeling. I ruffled his messy black hair and laugh pleasantly. "You changed so much!"
"I guess. So have you."
"How have you been?"
"I don't know. I've been okay," I lie.
"You're not very concinving."
"At least I tried." I smile shyly.
"So you want to go get a drink or something?"
I look at him, a bit confused. " , sure."
"Cool." He gestures for me to grab his arm so I do and we cross the street together. Somehow I'm glad he's with me.