I can't shake this feeling (DC/OC)
Three years. That's how long it had been since I'd seen him. I could still remember everything; the plaid shirts he liked to wear, the way his hair fell so perfectly across his forehead, his endearing crooked grin. But the thing I remember most is the way it felt when he held me. Our time together was short, but we promised we would never forget it. The day I left Tulsa would be forever engraved in my mind as the worst day of my life. I remember driving back to Colorado, my eyes clouded with tears, and I remember thinking that if I didn't stop crying I would never make it back.
At least not alive.
I remember the emptiness I felt in the days that followed. I was alone, tangled in a web of depression that I desperately hoped would loosen its grip on me. Until that moment happened, nothing could make it better. I contemplated going back, but never followed through. That would only make me look desperate. Then one day, everything changed. Finally, I knew what to do. I had to tell myself that I was never going to see David Roland Cook again.
