Today is such a wonderfully beautiful day. 18+ and sunny. I just wish I could be outside.
My exam went really well. The IB person told me that my photographs were fantastic, and my interview went really well (I think).
Also, I didn't think I'd get into university at all, but I've also gotten into York. So 3/5 say yes. The other one (I applied for two programs) won't decide until mid-May/early June.
I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had to write up a presentation for one of my classes
I don't like work. But here's an update now!
Chapter 14
The next morning Eric walked into Sydney’s living room and saw Francie and Will sitting on the couch whispering sadly to each other. “Hey,” Eric said softly, “How is she?” he asked curiously.
“She cried herself to sleep,” Francie said sadly.
“I don’t think she’s ever been like this before,” Will said.
“I saw Mike,” Weiss stated.
Francie glared at him, “And what did the bastard say?”
“He loves her.”
Will laughed bitterly, “If he loves her, then why did he break up with her?”
“He’s insane?” Eric said with a laugh, “He thinks he’s doing what’s best for her.”
“How is ripping her heart out of her chest and shredding it to pieces best for her?” Francie asked.
“He told me that he can’t quit his job, and she won’t leave New York behind, so he automatically thinks it won’t work out. He does this a lot. When things got too close with his girlfriend in college he ran off.”
“Do you think he’ll come back?”
“I have no idea. He’s different with Sydney. He really loves her, and I hope he comes back,” Eric sighed, “When I was talking to him, he hadn’t packed his bags yet. Maybe he’ll come back and apologize; I don’t know.”
“Is that the wonderful Eric Weiss?” they heard Sydney cry from her bedroom.
Weiss stood up and went into the bedroom, “Hey Syd,” he said softly.
“Hey.”
“How are you?”
Sydney laughed bitterly, “Peachy” she said with such sarcasm.
“Seriously Syd, how are you?”
“I don’t know.” Sydney answered distantly, “I keep thinking about it, and I can’t figure out where it went wrong. I can’t figure out why he doesn’t love me.”
“Syd, there’s something I have to tell you about Michael.” Sydney looked over at Weiss and motioned for him to continue, “He does this thing sometimes. This thing that he does when he feels he’s getting too close. He’s scared, and he pushes the people he loves away. I think he’s done it since his father died when he was 8. He doesn’t allow himself to get close to anyone.”
“If you talk to Francie, she’ll tell you that I used to do the same. But with Michael it was different. I was actually taking a chance with him. I can’t actually believe that the one time I put myself out there; the one time I was this vulnerable, I got hurt.”
“I saw him last night,” Weiss blurted out. Sydney’s head quickly turned to him, “I gave him a verbal ass-whooping.”
“What did he say?” Sydney asked curiously.
“He’s killing himself for what he’s done to you. I don’t know why, but he believes that hurting you like that – making you hate him – is the only way you could move on.”
“So, he thinks that tearing me to pieces will make me move on?”
Weiss laughed at his friend’s sense of logic, “Well, he did say that he loves you.”
“I don’t care anymore,” Sydney sighed, “If you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone right now.”
“Syd,” Weiss said, but Sydney didn’t answer, “Come on, don’t be like this,” again, she didn’t answer. Weiss gave up and left the room silently. After shutting the door he heard small and quiet hiccups from the room.
“How is she?” Francie asked.
“Broken.”
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Two Weeks Later
“Syd, honey, I know you’re walking again, but you don’t have to do it this much,” Francie chastised her friend.
“Francie, I haven’t walked like this in three weeks, I think I deserve some excitement for a little bit.”
“Well, just don’t leave the apartment,” Francie sighed.
“I know, mom!” Sydney screamed out as she paced slowly in the living room, “You know what sucked?!” she yelled to her friend in the kitchen, “Not walking for almost three weeks. I’ve been walking for like two minutes and I’m tired already.”
“Well, being shot can do that to a person.”
“No teasing!” Sydney shot back.
“Syd, I think I have the right to tease. I finally have something that I can tease you about! You always poke fun at Will and me, so why can’t I make fun of you?!”
“Because, I’m a cripple!” Sydney said with a laugh. The doorbell halted their conversation, “Ooh! The doorbell! I’ll get it!” Sydney said excitedly, “Will said he was coming over today, right?” she asked on her way to the door; her speed was fairly slow at this point, but her physical therapist said she was quickly recovering.
“Yeah, he said he’d be around later though. Oh well, maybe he’s just a little early.”
Sydney opened the door, gasped, and shut the door quickly in the person’s face.
“Francie, it wasn’t Will,” Sydney said distantly.
“Well, who was it then? And why did you slam the door in his face?” Francie asked curiously.
“It was Michael.”
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