if you like happy endings, please don't read on.
i finished my dance, gathered my music and ran off to the audience. i looked happily for a familiar face. my phone vibrates. i noticed i missed a call from my mom. i called her back. she asked me if i was home yet.
my bliss left my body.
i answered her, 'no. the concert just ended'. she told me to walk home as soon as i was released. i told her ok.
i didn't want to remember it. i wanted to be lost in my blissful lies. but i knew. i knew all along.
'when does your concert start?' asked my brother right before it began. 'would you be upset if we (my bro, aunt and her boyfriend) went to go see a movie?'
i knew. i knew no one was coming. i knew that i would walk home alone. i knew it. i knew it all. but still, i believed, just as i always do, that it wouldn't end up this way. but i knew.
i walked the block or so home (i live across my school where the concert was). i came home to a not so empty house. 'was the movie good?' i asked.
'dunno. we didn't see it in the end. we didn't go anywhere.' i stood there frozen half heartedly. i left to my room. the concert flooded back like nightmare. i wanted to burn it all into my memory.
and then forget it all
 HerosComeback · Mon Feb 15, 2010 @ 06:15am · 0 Comments |
