02-16-2025, 05:39 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-16-2025, 05:40 PM by Rachel Shale.)
Rachel sat at the bar in block one of Manifesto. In reality, it wasn't a place she would normally go, but since last night, Rachel hadn't really been feeling normal. She hadn't heard from Cruz since their break up, and she hadn't reached out. He was probably out getting strung out on fear with his new "friends" and probably didn't want her in his life anymore. It hurt - more than she cared to admit. Emily and Jared had both tried to talk to her. She had declined and they had surprisingly let her be. She didn't know why.
The thing was, Rachel knew there was some truth in what Cruz was doing. She needed a little of that too. She just felt the way he was going about it was way too risky. He even mentioned it could get him killed. She hadn't known how to respond to that besides coming to the conclusion that she didn't fit in his world anymore. He didn't want her in his world anymore, and that's why it hurt so bad. She was more than willing to make mistakes with him - but not like that.
Tonight she wore the red dress - the dress she hadn't worn the other night with Cruz. She sat at the bar, nursing the same drink she had ordered when she had gotten here a half hour before. She had asked for something strong, but hadn't drunk much of it, she just stared at it, her thoughts on the pain inside, hoping it would go away. She had no idea how to go about fixing it. Some men had asked her to dance, she had politely refused, but deep down she wanted it - she wanted someone to distract her from the heartache.
Rachel took another sip of the long island iced tea, his one a deeper pull. She had been planning on just drinking, but even that wasn't distraction enough. She didn't know what she needed today. She had never felt a heartache like this and knew drowning it in booze wasn't a good idea. Maybe that's what kept her from chugging the drink in front of her and ordering a second.
The thing was, Rachel knew there was some truth in what Cruz was doing. She needed a little of that too. She just felt the way he was going about it was way too risky. He even mentioned it could get him killed. She hadn't known how to respond to that besides coming to the conclusion that she didn't fit in his world anymore. He didn't want her in his world anymore, and that's why it hurt so bad. She was more than willing to make mistakes with him - but not like that.
Tonight she wore the red dress - the dress she hadn't worn the other night with Cruz. She sat at the bar, nursing the same drink she had ordered when she had gotten here a half hour before. She had asked for something strong, but hadn't drunk much of it, she just stared at it, her thoughts on the pain inside, hoping it would go away. She had no idea how to go about fixing it. Some men had asked her to dance, she had politely refused, but deep down she wanted it - she wanted someone to distract her from the heartache.
Rachel took another sip of the long island iced tea, his one a deeper pull. She had been planning on just drinking, but even that wasn't distraction enough. She didn't know what she needed today. She had never felt a heartache like this and knew drowning it in booze wasn't a good idea. Maybe that's what kept her from chugging the drink in front of her and ordering a second.