36. Leilani

I can’t move.

I can barely breathe.

Thinking logically is impossible right now because all I can see is his face.

In front of me.

And in my memory.

There’s no more drunken fuzz or darkness. No more blurry entity.

I’m reliving that party like it happened only yesterday.

And it’s him.

He’s the guy.

It’s his face, his hand that he’s holding out and expecting me to shake right now.

“Uh… hi.” He smiles at me like he doesn’t know who I am. Like we didn’t dance at a party and make out in the hallway while we giggled and stumbled our way to an empty bedroom. He’s looking at me like he didn’t ignore my plea for him to stop. “It’s nice to meet you.”

That voice.

No. I can’t hear that voice again.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

The words scream through my brain, flashbacks hitting me on all sides as my world is destroyed all over again.