“Weren't you guys together for two years?” Gina adds. “You met him at the start of medschool, right? So, he had the audacity to waste your time while you're studying and now he's engaged just after a few months of splitting? I'm so sorry, Vanilla.”
“I'm fine. Really, I am.” I gulp, my shoulders tight. “And why are we even talking about him? I thought we were supposed to be enjoying jazz?”
“You're right, I'm sorry. It's just . . you should go out more. Try to avoid staying in that head of yours too much. Try to do stuff you actually enjoy.” Bea's tone softens.
“I enjoy playing videogames. It's like an escape.”
“You're not supposed to be escaping. You're supposed to be living your life! After a few years we're going to graduate from medschool and we won't have time for anything else.”
She's right. But then again, what life am I supposed to be living? An endless loop of going to class, eating, and sleeping? An endless loop of trying to be the best at something I don't even really know if I'm good at?
Medschool has been the only thing keeping me on the ground for the past week. Elliot was also supposed to be an escape. He was supposed to be my soulmate, but he broke: too little time together because of school and too much compromise waiting for me to follow my dreams of becoming a doctor. “You know what? Let's get some drinks. I'll get you some drinks.” I shake off the edge creeping up on me, shooting up my seat.
Bea opens her mouth to say something but I leave before she could do so, striding over to the shiny bar in the corner of the club. I walk up and order some cocktails, the sax soothing the anxiety in my veins as it plays.
I knew going out with Bea would be the reality check I've been trying to numb with class and videogames since I found out about Elliot's engagement. She just doesn't miss a beat. Nonetheless, it's way too much, way too early to bring up the hurt and just swallow it all down.
But when am I going to bring it up if not now? Isn't it better to cure the symptoms first before the disease?
The bartender finishes up our drinks—three orange cocktails. I gather them up with my hands and start my way back to our table. Suddenly, the crowd erupts to an applause, the man with the saxophone on stage finishing up his set and bowing, taking my mind off of the way.
A gasp rips through my throat, icy cold drenching my clothes as I crash into something, the glasses in my grip toppling over and falling into shards on the ground. “I'm so sorry!” The girl in front of me exclaims, her voice drowned out by the applause.
I look down — my top and pants soaked, stained with the cocktail, dripping wet. Of course. I sigh, shuffling through my purse for some tissues. “It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going anyway.”
“Sasha, is everything okay?”
Chills cut through my spine from the familiar voice, my hands freezing in place.
A man approaches us — white collared shirt and dress pants and all. My heart sinks. It's Elliot. He wraps his arm around Sasha's waist.
“Yeah, everything is fine, I just— I crashed into her and spilled all her drinks. Don't worry, I'll pay for it.” She flashes me an apologetic smile, rummaging in her clutch for some bills.
Elliot's gaze meet mine through the dim bar. “Illa.” His eyes widens. “What are you doing here?”
“You two know each other?” Her eyes are still sparkling as she hands me some bills.
“Yeah uh . . from uni, a few years back.” Elliot explains and chuckles. “She's studying medicine.”
“Oh my god medicine! You're a doctor?”
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Sublimity ? Leon Kennedy
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