Leah joined Ashtyn and I
by the door.
She was holding a cup of
punch, and I could smell the booze as it wafted off of the cloudy, red
liquid.
I gave her a look.
“What? I’m expected to
get through this night sober?”
She took a sip.
“I couldn’t even manage
that when I went to my own prom.”
The dance floor was
filling up.
Music was being blasted
through two large speakers on the other side of the room.
Students were dancing,
laughing.
It looked perfect.
Prom was in full
swing.
Still no Cherish.
Still no…
The lights dimmed. A spot came on, pointing towards the
makeshift stage that housed the DJ.
Sebastian was standing
there, his thick bandages clashing with his crisp tux.
He was smiling.
He looked just like he
had when I last saw him in the hospital.
When he spoke the
speakers carried his voice.
“Tommy… I saved you a
dance.”
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