Falling through the door, Sydney stared at the apartment that she had once
loved so much. Now it just reminded her of everyone who had betrayed, hurt,
or deceived her. She was used to it being the other way around, but the
second SD-6 was destroyed everything had changed. Now when she could be
truthful to the friends she thought she had, they were lying to her. First
Francie, a cold-hearted clone of her once passionate friend, Syd had to
kill the look alike, which was one of the hardest things she ever did.
Shivering at the thought Syd tried to push those thoughts out of her mind
as she slammed the door behind her, hopefully closing herself as well.
Throwing her purse on the kitchen table Syd grabbed a bottle of wine off the abstract wine rack given to her by her father. It was twisted and mangled, a mess of steel and glass. She loved it the second she saw it, the sculpture reminded her of life. Distorted and garbled, that's the way Syd looked at existence. Yet in the eyes of the correct beholder it was beautiful and purposeful. A bottle of red would have to be the replacement of humanly comfort tonight, it was an aged bottle one she had picked up on a mission in France. With Vaughn.
Popping the cork Syd poured herself a generous glass, watching as the smooth mauve liquid slid from the container. She was trying to focus on anything but her feelings, no one thought this hard when dumping alcohol for pleasure, except Syd. She made her mind center on anything but what she was actually thinking. Too much wine filled the glass she held as Syd walked to the inviting couch. She placed the sparkling crystal goblet onto her homely coffee table and staggered back to the kitchen. Ripping the box of comfort food, Syd threw a bag of Kettle Corn into the microwave. It was her favorite when something was wrong; nothing was like sharing a bowl with Vaughn. She chuckled to herself remembering the countless times half of the popcorn ended up on the ground when they would try to toss the kernels into each other's mouth. Laughter had once filled these rooms, as did the sounds of their passion.
Trying to shake the creeping feeling of sadness, Syd threw on her favorite Dave Matthews CD. Listening to Dave croon always made her smile, and if anything was going to pull her out of this mood it was him. Peeling herself out of the stiff work suit, Syd climbed into a pair of comfy Juicy pants and a tank top, mounting her hair upon her head in a messy bun just as the smoke alarm screamed for her attention. Dashing back to the kitchen smoke rose from the appliance, and her Kettle Corn dreams were smashed. Laughing at the irony of it all, Syd threw the hot bag of once delectable popcorn into the garbage, vowing for something stronger. Tapping her foot to the song playing, Syd gyrated to the freezer. A big bowl of cookie-dough ice cream seemed more appropriate for this night, and nothing was better than alcohol and ice-cream. Eating her cares away Syd danced and drank all night, all by her-self. Some would have called it sad, to see such a sight as her drunk and stuffed, but it was exactly the release she needed.
Tumbling on the couch Syd let everything off her shoulders and allowed herself to relax. Laughing at her own immaturity and silliness, tears of joy, and sadness, flooded her cheeks. Releasing every pent up feeling felt so good, as if the weight of the world was off her breaking back, and although she was drunk and did not remember half of what happened then and there, she forgave herself. Subconsciously Syd forgave herself for her mother, for Francie, for not being perfect, but most of all, for Vaughn.
Throwing her purse on the kitchen table Syd grabbed a bottle of wine off the abstract wine rack given to her by her father. It was twisted and mangled, a mess of steel and glass. She loved it the second she saw it, the sculpture reminded her of life. Distorted and garbled, that's the way Syd looked at existence. Yet in the eyes of the correct beholder it was beautiful and purposeful. A bottle of red would have to be the replacement of humanly comfort tonight, it was an aged bottle one she had picked up on a mission in France. With Vaughn.
Popping the cork Syd poured herself a generous glass, watching as the smooth mauve liquid slid from the container. She was trying to focus on anything but her feelings, no one thought this hard when dumping alcohol for pleasure, except Syd. She made her mind center on anything but what she was actually thinking. Too much wine filled the glass she held as Syd walked to the inviting couch. She placed the sparkling crystal goblet onto her homely coffee table and staggered back to the kitchen. Ripping the box of comfort food, Syd threw a bag of Kettle Corn into the microwave. It was her favorite when something was wrong; nothing was like sharing a bowl with Vaughn. She chuckled to herself remembering the countless times half of the popcorn ended up on the ground when they would try to toss the kernels into each other's mouth. Laughter had once filled these rooms, as did the sounds of their passion.
Trying to shake the creeping feeling of sadness, Syd threw on her favorite Dave Matthews CD. Listening to Dave croon always made her smile, and if anything was going to pull her out of this mood it was him. Peeling herself out of the stiff work suit, Syd climbed into a pair of comfy Juicy pants and a tank top, mounting her hair upon her head in a messy bun just as the smoke alarm screamed for her attention. Dashing back to the kitchen smoke rose from the appliance, and her Kettle Corn dreams were smashed. Laughing at the irony of it all, Syd threw the hot bag of once delectable popcorn into the garbage, vowing for something stronger. Tapping her foot to the song playing, Syd gyrated to the freezer. A big bowl of cookie-dough ice cream seemed more appropriate for this night, and nothing was better than alcohol and ice-cream. Eating her cares away Syd danced and drank all night, all by her-self. Some would have called it sad, to see such a sight as her drunk and stuffed, but it was exactly the release she needed.
Tumbling on the couch Syd let everything off her shoulders and allowed herself to relax. Laughing at her own immaturity and silliness, tears of joy, and sadness, flooded her cheeks. Releasing every pent up feeling felt so good, as if the weight of the world was off her breaking back, and although she was drunk and did not remember half of what happened then and there, she forgave herself. Subconsciously Syd forgave herself for her mother, for Francie, for not being perfect, but most of all, for Vaughn.
