Sunday 1/20/08
Who: Jane and Simon What: Starting this whole mess Where: In front of the student dorms (The Blast Zone) When: Sunday night, 6:30pm Rating: Undecided
It was shortly after dinner when Simon decided it was now or never. He couldn't take another night of dreaming about Cissy's face, about remembering her kiss and almost feeling guilty for everything he'd done with Ophelia not just because it was wrong to do, but because he felt unfaithful to his old girlfriend. Cissy had been his first love, and he knew that first love never really died, but it shouldn't have to hurt this much.
Wrapping himself in his winter coat (which thankfully had been too long last year so it just fit perfectly now), Simon walked outside to the front of the dorm building, away from everyone. He hadn't told Ophelia what he was doing because he knew she'd want to stop him, because magic was dangerous and there had to be a better way. But he couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't stand hurting this much. He had written Cissy one last email, one last goodbye before he was going to do something drastic.
Standing out front in the cold, Simon hugged himself to keep warm (he really hated this cold). He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, speaking one word softly.