01-15-2015, 09:38 AM
She felt a little stung that he refused her information. More than a little, really. As he walked away, she watched him go, lost in thought. She'd let her memories of Regan cloud her mind. She'd let her guard down for what, exactly? A quality that reminded her of him?
It wasn't Dane. Dane was nothing. He was just like everyone else here. No. She missed Regan. She went to the balcony, leaned on the balustrade and looked up into the cobalt night, the moon just a sliver. Despite being January, she wasn't cold.
She ignored the sounds of the party, instead letting the slight breeze through the trees fill her ears. Twenty-five years had passed. God, when you said it like that, twenty-five years- it seemed an eternity. But she could almost imagine a tunnel between herself now and the girl she was back then. She smiled at how naive that girl was, how trusting and hungry. She suddenly realized that she was Regan's age, now, as he was back then. A man. What had he seen in her? She tried to see herself as he might have, but whatever it was, she didn't get it.
All she really knew was that suddenly, on this night of all nights, another man had, for whatever reasons- and very likely they had been imagined- reminded her of the man who made her the person she was. It would have been nice to talk to Regan, to tell her how her life had turned out. Show him what she had become, in large part because of him. They would be equals now.
She held up her glass to the sky, making a silent toast. Your girl grew up, Regan.
She stayed there, enjoying the view.
It wasn't Dane. Dane was nothing. He was just like everyone else here. No. She missed Regan. She went to the balcony, leaned on the balustrade and looked up into the cobalt night, the moon just a sliver. Despite being January, she wasn't cold.
She ignored the sounds of the party, instead letting the slight breeze through the trees fill her ears. Twenty-five years had passed. God, when you said it like that, twenty-five years- it seemed an eternity. But she could almost imagine a tunnel between herself now and the girl she was back then. She smiled at how naive that girl was, how trusting and hungry. She suddenly realized that she was Regan's age, now, as he was back then. A man. What had he seen in her? She tried to see herself as he might have, but whatever it was, she didn't get it.
All she really knew was that suddenly, on this night of all nights, another man had, for whatever reasons- and very likely they had been imagined- reminded her of the man who made her the person she was. It would have been nice to talk to Regan, to tell her how her life had turned out. Show him what she had become, in large part because of him. They would be equals now.
She held up her glass to the sky, making a silent toast. Your girl grew up, Regan.
She stayed there, enjoying the view.