Sunday, January 5, 2014

1.5.2014.

  "I always forget how lonely a house can suddenly seem." Amy murmured softly, laying her pleather jacket on the back of the sofa.

   "It won't feel as lonely tomorrow." Nell replied, combing her fingers through black hair. She glanced around aimlessly. Amy was right. The house felt suddenly empty and too big. She bit her lip, the sting of guilt prying at her stomach. "Will you be alright by yourself?"

  "I guess so," Amy said, smiling.

  "Do you need me to stay with you, just for tonight?" Her friend asked worriedly.

  "No, no, I'll be fine. But it was nice of you, anyways." Amy kept smiling, and Nell audibly breathed in relief.

  "Okay, if you're sure." She started for the door.

  "Do you want dinner before you leave?"

  "No thanks. I'm going out later. You're welcome to come if you want," She extended the invitation as an afterthought. Amy shook her head, knowing she wasn't wanted, and knowing she wouldn't have fun even if she was. They weren't her kind of people. The fact was, Nell was different. She was different. Things weren't the same as they had been, and both were tired of avoiding the change.

   "I think I'll just stay home tonight. Have fun."

   Nell grinned. "Thanks. I will." The heavy door swung shut behind her, and silence settled over the room. Biting her lip, Amy turned on the tv for company. But the isolated sound of her own laughter at the end of each punchline chilled the air.
 

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