Gone ~ Chapter 4
It took a while for him to realize that she was gone. She was really gone, and he had no idea where she was. He had let her slip right through his fingers, all because he had been afraid. He had been too afraid to go with her, too afraid to do anything.
And now, she was gone. Gone for good. It hit him like cold ice, he could feel the pain, and he could feel the sorrow. He had called in sick and had spent the entire day drinking cokes and staring at the walls.
His coke bottle littered floor seemed massive around him. He avoided the living room, too many memories of the kisses they had shared. He avoided the bedroom, too many memories of the nights they had spent together. He avoided the hall by his room, too many memories of the times that they hadn't made it to bed. So he sat on the cold hard floor of his kitchen.
He needed to get out of the house. He grabbed a jacket and his keys. On the way out he passed a sleeping Donovan and put some fish food in his fishes, Wilbur and Bernard, tank. He got into his car and started the engine. He had no idea where he was going, but he would see when he got there.
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Sydney greeted her friends warmly as they entered her new home. It was a large townhouse in a beautiful neighborhood. She still felt sick from the airplane; she had thrown up an hour ago.
They were all unpacking her things and decorating the house, it was beautiful. The CIA had furnished it for her, but it was still missing all of those small details that make a house cozy. They had been laughing and joking and listening to music from her radio when she felt a pang of sadness again.
In the box she had just opened lay the picture frame Vaughn had given her, and in it, was a picture of them. Vaughn had his arm around her waist and she was leaning against his shoulder. They had been so happy.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and Francie's voice.
"What's wrong Syd?" She blinked back the tears and stood up, hiding the picture frame behind her back.
"Nothing. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She went up the stairs and placed the picture frame by her bed, then ran to the bathroom. She bent over the toilet and threw up. Her head was spinning and she felt awful. She was crying now and could hear Will and Francie rushing upstairs.
"Syd! Are you ok?" She wiped at the tears and threw up again.
"I'm ok, really. I just feel a little sick form the plane ride." Will and Francie looked at her worriedly.
"Maybe we should take you to the doctor Syd."
"No, really I'm ok." She tried to stand up but couldn't and then reached over and threw up again. Will took her by the arm and lifted her up gently.
"I'm taking you to the doctor whether you like it or not. We'll be right back Francie" With that said he helped Syd out to the car and left a worried Francie standing by the door, watching as they left.
It took a while for him to realize that she was gone. She was really gone, and he had no idea where she was. He had let her slip right through his fingers, all because he had been afraid. He had been too afraid to go with her, too afraid to do anything.
And now, she was gone. Gone for good. It hit him like cold ice, he could feel the pain, and he could feel the sorrow. He had called in sick and had spent the entire day drinking cokes and staring at the walls.
His coke bottle littered floor seemed massive around him. He avoided the living room, too many memories of the kisses they had shared. He avoided the bedroom, too many memories of the nights they had spent together. He avoided the hall by his room, too many memories of the times that they hadn't made it to bed. So he sat on the cold hard floor of his kitchen.
He needed to get out of the house. He grabbed a jacket and his keys. On the way out he passed a sleeping Donovan and put some fish food in his fishes, Wilbur and Bernard, tank. He got into his car and started the engine. He had no idea where he was going, but he would see when he got there.
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Sydney greeted her friends warmly as they entered her new home. It was a large townhouse in a beautiful neighborhood. She still felt sick from the airplane; she had thrown up an hour ago.
They were all unpacking her things and decorating the house, it was beautiful. The CIA had furnished it for her, but it was still missing all of those small details that make a house cozy. They had been laughing and joking and listening to music from her radio when she felt a pang of sadness again.
In the box she had just opened lay the picture frame Vaughn had given her, and in it, was a picture of them. Vaughn had his arm around her waist and she was leaning against his shoulder. They had been so happy.
She felt a hand on her shoulder and Francie's voice.
"What's wrong Syd?" She blinked back the tears and stood up, hiding the picture frame behind her back.
"Nothing. I'm going to go to the bathroom. I'll be right back." She went up the stairs and placed the picture frame by her bed, then ran to the bathroom. She bent over the toilet and threw up. Her head was spinning and she felt awful. She was crying now and could hear Will and Francie rushing upstairs.
"Syd! Are you ok?" She wiped at the tears and threw up again.
"I'm ok, really. I just feel a little sick form the plane ride." Will and Francie looked at her worriedly.
"Maybe we should take you to the doctor Syd."
"No, really I'm ok." She tried to stand up but couldn't and then reached over and threw up again. Will took her by the arm and lifted her up gently.
"I'm taking you to the doctor whether you like it or not. We'll be right back Francie" With that said he helped Syd out to the car and left a worried Francie standing by the door, watching as they left.