The only difference was that it wasn’t happening on the screen.
The scene was in front of me in real life.
And I couldn’t do anything to go back in time or pause the movie.
Now I have to live with those memories until I die or lose them.
That’swhat hurts the most.
Not the tears I cried when I realized which house was on fire.
Not the tears I cried when I couldn’t find him.
Not the tears I cried when I burned my right hand.
Not the tears I cried when I understood how life had just changed for all of us.
At least one of the police officers had these round glasses that Papa Roy wore.
That made me smile for a second before I realized that I was one of their suspects.
The rest of the night is blurry at best.
I only remember the agony.
The only good thing about that entire first week was that Eli was there at the hospital when I woke up after the longest night of my life.
I couldn’t believe it then, and I surely can’t believe it now when I haven’t heard from him.
My skater boy.
He was there to see me.
To be with me.
If only for one moment.
I thought that nothing could separate us.
But I was wrong.
He soon proved that he didn’t care for me.
Since he just left without saying goodbye.
Sayonara. Au revoir. Adieu. Ciao.
All those would have been satisfying.
Nothing.
Not even his number written on a piece of paper.
Still, I can’t close my eyes without seeing his sad face when I saw him for the last time.
He’s the star of all my nightmares and dreams.
Life will never be the same.
