High school reunion my ass! My hands shook as I reread the mail that had just popped up on my laptop screen. I could feel my heart race, and a few swear words managed to escape from my chapped lips. If someone saw me right now, they might think I was about to explode- which is true. Lucky for me, I live alone now. Staring blankly at the invitation, I let out a deep sigh. I'm not drunk enough for this shit. The almost empty wine bottle seemed to be inviting me. Grabbing it with my shaky hands, I took a chug. The burning sensation in my throat distracted me from the heaviness in my chest- momentarily.
"Kevin," taking another sip, I muttered into the empty room. It felt odd to say his name out loud. It felt foreign, like an old second-hand book among the contemporaries on my shelf. Yet, I continued. "Should I go? To be honest, I don't want to. I don't want to see any of them, but I want to remind them that it was their fault- at least a part of it was. I want them to feel guilty, I want them to feel miserable about their existence. Is that bad?" I waited for a while, as if the person who'd been dead for four years would suddenly pop into the room and answer my question.
I was faced with a deadly silence. The branches of the pine tree made scratching noises on my window as it continued swaying in the summer breeze. What did I expect? I sighed. The heaviness settled again. This time, not even wine was able to help me.