-A harsh realisation in a letter from Will.
-Sasha, J.J. and Lucas have left the country.
-I'm missing Marianna more than I can bare.
The first point fills me with so many vile emotions I swear I can feel the poison boiling beneath my skin. I'm pleading now for the Novocaine. It's been five months since his father died - five months since he left me waiting for him to return, and now this:
"... time away has helped. I won't be coming back - please, just forget me."
If I saw him now, I'd spit my venom into his face.
But I need to keep reminding myself to forget the anger... forget the anger... just remember how you loved him and how fiercely he loved you in return...
The second point has left me feeling just as empty and alone as the first.
Sasha's gone back home to Alberta, but hopes to be back in six months... six long months. Lucas, as expected, has taken off to Barcelona on short notice to join his father and sister. He really didn't think he'd be going anywhere, but what he thinks and what Mr Quinlan thinks are always two very different things. I'd say he'll be gone for about three months at the very least.
And lastly, J.J. went back to Miami to be with his family again and join his brother. Only when he got there he realised Will was no longer around and called me to tell me that Will must have run away up to NY with his muso buddies again. "To discover musical freedom." Whatever...
Anyway, J.J's return home must have snapped a reminder of his former life into Will which is probably why he wrote me that stupid letter...
So it's just Lena and I holding the fort. Sure there are the others, and its great having them here, but my nearest and dearest are officially out of the country for some time now, and I'm finding that Lena's naughty ways are rubbing off on me. With Will being a clearly dead end, I think I just might act out. How fun that sounds...
And thirdly, a year just ticked over marking Marianna's passing. I can't believe its been a year. A whole year since I heard her laugh, or held her hand or told her a secret. A whole year since she looked at me with those piercing blue eyes of hers and told me she knew a way she could make her sadness go away. A whole year since I'd failed her as a best friend, unable to notice what she was about to do to herself. And... that would mean its also been a year since I stepped foot on that stupid dance floor.
I tell myself over and over again that I should be able to dance - its all I know for Christs sake. But when I picture myself on that floor, all I can see is her falling. I can't lock away that image of her - in the white dress that I made her - falling before my eyes.
I'm scared I can't do it anymore. And what would be the point really - if she's not there to hold my hand as we win the National Championships?
***
Going out again tonight, possibly getting up to mischief. Its what I need - distraction. Lena is the perfect candidate for distraction. Bring on the Trouble.
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