Cassie suddenly snapped out of a daze, something that had been happening more often lately. They would occur at any time, without warning. She knew how she handled things, of course she knew. But it had all become clear; in less than a minute her life exploded onto what she thought was a blank canvas.
Moving to Scotland, Sid and Michelle and then the icing on the inedible cake, Chris's death. She knew about her eating habits, well the lack of them. It was clear to her that people made mistakes, but death had never been something she never connected with, ever. How could a person like him, like Chris, be taken away from his life, his family and his friends?
The sad thing was that she had only really started to know him, to get him as the person he was. With that thought, she gulped and quickly threw the large cup of coffee she had in her hands. She didn't think of giving the customer she had served a smile, to her that was inappropriate.
Why should anyone show signs of compassion to someone they probably never talk to again, it was nonsense.
Cassie had always been up for adventure; in fact, that's what she lived for. So the idea of going to America didn't bother her, it was an adventurous escape route from the disaster she called a life. Of course she thought about Chris, if he had been found, could there have been a miraculous recovery or what everyone thought of her, the scared girl hiding from what was real and true.
She turned and saw that her boss, Gerry, was starring at her in disgust. She immediately went to another table, knowing that she had to act busy.
It was good her she thought, no one knew about her disorder, her suicide attempt or her mad relationship with Sid. While she still lived on in that world, the world itself was moving on without her, getting to grips.
Then confusion set in, Gerry was still glaring at her, Cassie didn't have one clue why, not one. She slowly walked over to him, not knowing whether she was about to be fired or complimented. She stood in front of him, with a look of curiosity printed over her face.
"Wow Gerry …. Have I done something wrong?" She said in a perhaps overly friendly tone.
Cassie then noticed that Gerry also was fixated on something outside, through the window. He now seemed to have taken a page out of her book, as he was in some kind of trance.
"I'm just wondering …. Isn't that boy the one from the pictures … your ones?" Gerry said, still distracted by whoever this person happened to be.
Cassie became even more curious; she walked around Gerry and stood at the window. She didn't know whether to feel happy, surprised or relieved. There he was, roaming around on the street, waving his hands around. There was Sid.