The One
"It's been three years, get a fucking grip" Tony stood in front of the bathroom mirror saying the words over and over again until he understood them. He held his head under the running tap, letting the steamy water wash away his tears.
He looked back into his bedroom at the naked girl tangled in his sheets.
"It's not her" was all he could say.
Michelle had been all he could think of, he'd thought he could forget her if he drowned himself in enough liquor, in enough women but it hadn't help, it only reminded him more of why she was better off without him. Michelle and Tony had stayed together for a long time after College, they'd moved in together and he was even ready to marry her but when he'd asked, she left.
He'd spent the next year searching for her, it had made him realise the hopelessness Sid must've felt when he'd searched for Cassie all those years ago. But Sid had eventually found Cassie, so why couldn't Tony find Michelle. And then it had hit him, Sid had found Cassie because she'd wanted to be found, Michelle didn't, she'd run from him. So eventually Tony stopped looking.
It had been three years since Michelle had packed her bags and left the very same apartment Tony still lived in, tears streaming down her face but she never looked back. Tony had tried to run after her, he'd chased the taxi for so long that he'd passed out from exhaustion. Michelle was the one, he knew it, she knew it, everyone knew it, but he supposed this was just karma paying him back for the way he'd treated her when they were teenagers.
"Come back to bed baby" the mess of blonde hair and pale skin called out to him in a raspy throat that made it obvious she smoked too much.
"I'm busy" he called back coldly as he pulled on his jeans.
This woman didn't love him, didn't even care about him. She'd been after exactly what he had, an angry fuck to forget what they really wanted. He didn't know what it was he'd helped her block and he didn't care, she'd leave out that door and like Michelle she wouldn't look back. They never did.
"Right, see ya then Tommy" she called out as Tony pulled a stained shirt over his head and slammed the bathroom door shut. He slid to the floor, feeling more pathetic then he had in a long time and let the sound of his own sobs fill the room. He heard the front door click shut as another girl walked out of his life.
He picked his cell phone off the floor where he'd thrown it earlier that morning and dialled Sid's number. It rung once, twice, three times, he was about to hang up when a tired voice droned out of the receiver.
"Ever heard of sleep you twat?" Tony heard as Sid yawned down the phone.
"I just, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today, you know like old, have a laugh?" he paused
"Have you been crying again Tone?" Sid asked angrily
"No you fuck, I just want to catch up" he left the choice up to Sid then.
They hadn't seen each other in nearly a year even though they lived only twenty minutes apart. Tony had stopped talking to everyone; he found it too hard to be a part of that world without her. She still spoke to them, they still hung out, but he couldn't be a part of that, he couldn't even look at her anymore.
"Tony, I haven't heard from her" Sid's anger drained and he sounded more tired then ever.
"Who?" Tony felt his heart clench at the thought of hearing her name spoken aloud
"Goodbye Tony"
The phone clicked and then there was silence.
AN: Thanks for reading. Review so I know whether or not to keep writing more chapters. Chapter two will be up sometime this week