Andy

December 31st, 2019

I was wearing a gown, a dark green with a low v-line, my hair was curled elegantly too. It synched my waist and draped around me, I wore black strappy heels and knock-off diamond jewelry. I was in line with my invitation, press were outside the front of the mansion, I kept my head down as much as possible to avoid being recognized. Doubt I would be though, they only cared about Tom and the other celebrities.

I was let inside and I made my way to the bathroom. I shut myself in the powder room and got my hands wet under the sink with cold water, pressing them on my neck and chest. My heart was racing and counting wasn't helping as much. I opened my purse and swallowed one pill, sitting on the floor as I calmed myself down enough to walk out and find Tom.

Chatter and glasses clinking echoed in the hall, it was mansion that was often rented out for parties like these. I made my way to the ballroom following the fancy signs, a waiter was standing outside, he greeted me and offered me a glass of champagne. I declined with a smile.

I walked in. Thank god I took my pill. Everyone was staring at me, I was at the top of a staircase and suddenly I was cinderella. I walked down, a few people greeted me at the bottom and some others complimented me. "No, thank you." I declined another waiter.

Then, there he was. The crowd parted and he was making his way toward me. This was it. This is what my last 4 sessions of therapy was leading up to, this was me moving on. He was closer, I could see his face clearly, he wore a suit that made him look absolutely fine. My stomach had butterflies and my cheeks were hot. I couldn't do it. I walked away quickly, making my way toward an open door that led to a balcony.

The fresh air was the most relieving, tears welled up in my eyes. I heard his voice. His warm voice that I missed so much, that was so clear and so endearing. It all rushed back to me. It was like I was back on that island.

"Andy."