Chapter 35

Zoe tries to console me, lifting my spirits. She finds me in my apartment unshaven, bath-less, and in my pajamas. It’s a Saturday, late in the afternoon, and both of us know I should be out having some city fun, changing my life, adding some spice to it. This isn’t the case, though. Instead, I’m depleted, in a state of disrepair and misplaced.

“Jesus, Sebastian, you’re a mess.” She begins to clean the apartment; washing dishes, making my bed, picking up clothes off the floor. Once the place is looking half-decent, she barks, “Christ, guy, you’re going to have to get a grip! Everything about you is falling apart. You’re ruining yourself.”

I tell her about what I saw at The Appaloosa the night before, and how it has left me devastated. I admit, “I haven’t been the same since. All I can do is thinkof Jory kissing that other guy who looked just like me, and going home to his place. It’s like a bad flashback that happens inside my head every other minute, and I can’t let it go.”