My oh my, the night seemed like it would never end. As time ticked on and as more drinks were consumed, I begun to wonder if this was really necessary. Was I really at my own family reunion, transforming into an alcoholic in front of my whole freaking family just because Jensen hadn’t showed up? I mean, it’s not like he even stood me up. It’s not like I expected him to be there in the first place. He’d told me he wouldn’t come. Was that worth drinking over?
I suppose not. Nevertheless, even though I decided to stop after two drinks, I came to the realization that my body was much less ready to deal with all the alcohol flowing through it. Because I begun to hallucinate.
Jensen Sterling was walking right towards me among a body of suits and gowns on the dance floor. He stood out though, like a shimmering mirage. I wasn’t craving water in a desert, no, I was craving him.
‘Oh Jensen, you’re here baby,’ would have been the ideal thing to say before he scooped me up into his arms and gave me a kiss that would make my toes curl and send me spinning off into the Milky Way like an unstrung yo-yo.
But I don’t know what I said. I don’t know if it was smooth and smooch-worthy, or corny and vile because I stood up, reaching for him when the exact opposite happened of what I’d hoped for. I crashed straight through the ghost-like manifestation of my desires as darkness engulfed me for the first time that night.