Celia

How could you go from being on the high of your life to down in the dumps in the span of a week, I wondered as I sat on a park bench by myself. I’d left my phone and my laptop in my bag, buried at the bottom, so I wouldn’t have to hear them if someone sent me a message. My hand went up to my hair and touched the frazzled ends that were left.

It was too ugly, too horrible to look at. Tears streaked down my face, but it was early morning, nobody cared. What was I supposed to do about this shit?

Keith’s face popped into my head, and I sobbed. He loved my hair, he’d twirl it around his fingers, let it fall over his face, he’d even jerked himself off with it wrapped around his cock once. I’d watched, lost in lust and fascination as he did it.

Now, what would he do? He’d look at me, cringe, and probably walk away.

I’d had a week of bliss, of being so high that even Rachel’s increasingly snarky attitude hadn’t bothered me. I’d just smiled, flipped her off a few times, and gone about my da