If anyone wants to buy me.

Sitting…

I've been sitting on this story that's been sitting on my hard drive for almost a year.

It's a very personal story and the subject matter has affected every single one of us, but I'm just can't seem to pull the trigger and post it here.

The ending is absolutely terrible, but it's exactly how it ended in real life, and I can't spice up something that has so many bad emotions attached to such tragic events.

We walked out of the room at about 7:30am on that foggy Tuesday morning, the sun was just peeking above the horizon, I know it wasn't there but I always remember there being a thin layer of mist blanketing the ground. I felt as if we were walking in The Lost Forest from A Link to the Past.

“I’m really happy you’re getting married,” I said to him.

“Well,” he said and then looked down at his feet “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared.”

I knew what he meant.

We walked in to the lobby and looked at the televisions mounted in the wall right next to the automatic door. Michael and I stopped dead in our tracks and read the words that were scrolling by. Plane Crashes into WTC.

Our faces, which were already drained of any color from the party, had turned green and white. “The pilot must’ve been drunk or something” I declared out loud, mostly to assure myself that it wasn’t done intentionally.