I groaned at my bad luck. Just when I thought I got back Sarah, she left my life just as quickly as reuniting. I laid down on my bed and replayed all the events leading up to this point. All that achieved was making tears dribble down my face. I locked myself inside my room for the entire day and nobody could convince me to go out. Not even Emma or Casey.
I woke up from my nap with someone shaking my shoulder. It was Emma.
"How did you get in?" I sadly asked.
"I asked dad for the keys to your room. C'mon get up, you need to eat dinner." Emma said as she tried to pull me up. She failed and I fell back onto my bed.
"Look. Obviously, something happened between you and Sarah because she ran out of our house, crying. It is obvious that both of you are sad because Sarah won't come out of her room either. But you still have to eat. You already missed lunch." explained Sarah.
I turned around, unable to face Emma. "I can't." I said.
"What?" asked Emma.
"I can't." I repeated.
Emma was quiet for a minute. I sighed.
"I fucked up, again. Now, Sarah probably hates my guts." I quietly said. Emma just sat there until she let out a deep sighed. I think she is being tired of acting as the mature sibling in this house. She went downstairs and brought the food up to me.
"Here is your dinner." she said as she dropped my plate on the table. "Hope you'll feel better tomorrow. You need to talk with Sarah."
I laid on my bed, unable to move for the next few hours. I checked the clock and saw that it was a bit past midnight. I finally got up and ate some food. After finishing the plate, I fell back onto my bed. A wave of exhaustion hit me and I immediately fell asleep.
I woke up to the sounds of a dog howling outside. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was only 5 AM.
This was the routine for me for the next three days. I just holed up in my room, unable to talk to anyone. Emma would drop my food on my table and I would eat it and go back to sleep. Dark bags started to form under my eyes.
On the fifth night, I slowly got up. I have made my mind. It obvious that my relationship with Sarah has crumpled. She hated me and I can't do anything about it. There was nothing here for me in New York. Sarah hates me and my family noticed that. Other than Emma's wedding, there was no incentive for me to come back in the first place. I thought I could fix my relationship with Sarah. I was successful for a while until it got shot down.
I was going back to California and taking the job.
I rummaged through my closet for my suitcases and found them. I stuffed all my clothes and electronics into it and called the airport. I booked for a flight to California, hoping for a seat on the earliest flight tomorrow. There was none but they did book one for me in two days. "Good enough." I told myself.
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