2000 January
A year went by. Chris had other relationships with other girls. He knew that he had to forget about Alana. He knew she was never coming back to him. He had several girlfriends, life went on, but he couldn't help but think of her, at least once everyday. He was going to be moving close to Barry now; most of his furniture was already there.
He'd been living in the same apartment for five years, he decided it was time to move somewhere new, maybe start a new life. Chris walked to the back room, the bedroom, and began to pack a few small things into boxes. He opened the closet, and took some bags and boxes off of the top shelf. One for the boxes caught is eye. It had something written on it:
1996.
That was the last year Alana had lived with him. He opened the box, inside; there were little things that had sentimental value, to someone. A guitar pick, a wristband, a CD, some bracelets, a few stickers, photographs, and a scarf. 'That scarf.' he thought to himself. He pulled the scarf out of the box. He held it up for a moment, looking at it. It was blue, with different shade of blue streaked over it. It was about the size of a small neck scarf. It used to be Alana's.
"Something she forgot." he said out loud. Still holding the scarf, his hands fell to his lap. He began to feel cold, nauseous, sad, and angry all at once. His eyes closed involuntarily as he fought of the urge to shout, or cry, he was not sure. He squeezed the blue scarf tighter in his hands, he was overcome with all different emotions, and nothing could make it stop.
He stayed there for some time, thinking. Thinking about how things were, and how they may have been. He lay down on the bed, still clutching the scarf. He wanted to forget it all, leave everything behind. He no longer wanted to hurt over this girl that was lost to him. Even after a year, it still hurt him that she did not remember his name. He could not, or would not, let it go. He soon drifted into sleep.
Barry had Chris's house ready for his arrival. He made sure everything was clean and put together in a neat manner. Chris was going to be arriving the next night; he and his family were going to eat dinner with him at his new home.
Chris woke up. He looked around, seeing the sun had gone down, he knew he had been asleep for longer than he thought. He stood up, still feeling groggy, he had to find his balance afar he had risen to his feet. Making his way down the hall, he felt his stomach rumble, he was hungry. He walked over to the small, black, cordless phone on the white kitchen counter. He dialed Jill's number, hoping she would be home, and she would be willing to go eat with him.
No one answered, Jill had been going out with Carlos for a few months. It was Friday, so they were probably doing something. He decided to sit and watch television. He walked over to the small, comfy couch. Picking up the remote, he tried to think of what he was going to do. He was hungry and bored, not a very good combination.
He turned on MTV; nothing too interesting was on, just the MTV news. He listened, but was not really paying much attention to it until he heard:
"New comers Animated Glitter's front woman Alana Farley and also new, Linkin Park's Chester Bennington have announced their engagement. No plans for the wedding have been set, but we hear it will be soon."
Chris could not speak. He felt betrayed. He knew that she was not his anymore, but something in him made him furiously jealous of this other man. He could not take anymore of this. He called Claire, who only lived about a half an hour away, and asked her to dinner with him. She was going to meet him at a restaurant nearby
They ate dinner and talked about various little things happening in their lives at the moment. They talked, at length, about his moving away. She was going to miss him being around. "I'll come back and visit." He said, looking at Claire with a smile.
"I know." she said, " But, now instead of thirty minutes, you're going to be Three hours away! Call me, a lot." She smiled.
"Well," Chris said looking at his watch, " It's eleven, so."
"I got it." She said smiling again, " I'll talk to you later."
They both exited the restaurant together, then parting at the door. Claire could tell something was wrong, she didn't know what it was. He would be leaving tomorrow, so she did not want to stress him anymore by asking. It was not her concern, for now. It was time to go home.
A year went by. Chris had other relationships with other girls. He knew that he had to forget about Alana. He knew she was never coming back to him. He had several girlfriends, life went on, but he couldn't help but think of her, at least once everyday. He was going to be moving close to Barry now; most of his furniture was already there.
He'd been living in the same apartment for five years, he decided it was time to move somewhere new, maybe start a new life. Chris walked to the back room, the bedroom, and began to pack a few small things into boxes. He opened the closet, and took some bags and boxes off of the top shelf. One for the boxes caught is eye. It had something written on it:
1996.
That was the last year Alana had lived with him. He opened the box, inside; there were little things that had sentimental value, to someone. A guitar pick, a wristband, a CD, some bracelets, a few stickers, photographs, and a scarf. 'That scarf.' he thought to himself. He pulled the scarf out of the box. He held it up for a moment, looking at it. It was blue, with different shade of blue streaked over it. It was about the size of a small neck scarf. It used to be Alana's.
"Something she forgot." he said out loud. Still holding the scarf, his hands fell to his lap. He began to feel cold, nauseous, sad, and angry all at once. His eyes closed involuntarily as he fought of the urge to shout, or cry, he was not sure. He squeezed the blue scarf tighter in his hands, he was overcome with all different emotions, and nothing could make it stop.
He stayed there for some time, thinking. Thinking about how things were, and how they may have been. He lay down on the bed, still clutching the scarf. He wanted to forget it all, leave everything behind. He no longer wanted to hurt over this girl that was lost to him. Even after a year, it still hurt him that she did not remember his name. He could not, or would not, let it go. He soon drifted into sleep.
Barry had Chris's house ready for his arrival. He made sure everything was clean and put together in a neat manner. Chris was going to be arriving the next night; he and his family were going to eat dinner with him at his new home.
Chris woke up. He looked around, seeing the sun had gone down, he knew he had been asleep for longer than he thought. He stood up, still feeling groggy, he had to find his balance afar he had risen to his feet. Making his way down the hall, he felt his stomach rumble, he was hungry. He walked over to the small, black, cordless phone on the white kitchen counter. He dialed Jill's number, hoping she would be home, and she would be willing to go eat with him.
No one answered, Jill had been going out with Carlos for a few months. It was Friday, so they were probably doing something. He decided to sit and watch television. He walked over to the small, comfy couch. Picking up the remote, he tried to think of what he was going to do. He was hungry and bored, not a very good combination.
He turned on MTV; nothing too interesting was on, just the MTV news. He listened, but was not really paying much attention to it until he heard:
"New comers Animated Glitter's front woman Alana Farley and also new, Linkin Park's Chester Bennington have announced their engagement. No plans for the wedding have been set, but we hear it will be soon."
Chris could not speak. He felt betrayed. He knew that she was not his anymore, but something in him made him furiously jealous of this other man. He could not take anymore of this. He called Claire, who only lived about a half an hour away, and asked her to dinner with him. She was going to meet him at a restaurant nearby
They ate dinner and talked about various little things happening in their lives at the moment. They talked, at length, about his moving away. She was going to miss him being around. "I'll come back and visit." He said, looking at Claire with a smile.
"I know." she said, " But, now instead of thirty minutes, you're going to be Three hours away! Call me, a lot." She smiled.
"Well," Chris said looking at his watch, " It's eleven, so."
"I got it." She said smiling again, " I'll talk to you later."
They both exited the restaurant together, then parting at the door. Claire could tell something was wrong, she didn't know what it was. He would be leaving tomorrow, so she did not want to stress him anymore by asking. It was not her concern, for now. It was time to go home.
