Visionary and the Vampire Tracker

Chapter 2

The rest of my shift seemed to go by in a blur and I was suddenly guzzling down drinks with Rachel at our usual. We’re not alcoholics, but having a drink to cut the edge was too good. So we normally had about 3 each. But tonight I was especially anxious. I just wanted to forget who I was for a couple of hours. I wanted to forget that this was my life. I wanted to forget that I had the most meaningful romantic moment of my life, transpire over 5 minutes and probably would be some blip on anyone else’s radar.

It felt embarrassing to say, but I was never any good with relationships.

I was good at losing myself in someone. But I was never good at the feelings involved. I was always told I felt too much, or too little. It felt for each guy that had come into my life, that I was never enough, or maybe too much for them. Like I had to measure out my feelings to make sure that they got what they needed, but never what I wanted.

So at a certain point I didn’t want to have to deal with anything like that again. So I moved. I ran. I escaped. It was easier than having to explain myself or pouring my heart out to the next wrong guy.

For now, it was just me. And Rachel.

“Cheers!” We screamed at each other. Rachel throwing back vodka, while I threw back tequila. I didn’t remember much after that. Only how bad I was feeling the next morning.