there’s a static silence behind us, but it rings in our ears and in the distance between us.
“My friend used to say we’re nothing but our masks and who we want to be-”
“Used to say”
“You said, ‘used to say’.”
You cut me off and to that, I say nothing.
“Did she die?” you ask.
“No.” The static silence around us fades. Before you dissipate I manage to say, “she just left.”
I don’t have best friends anymore, I think, as the second-year guys swoop into acad like a swarm of bees. They drop off their left over ‘alc’ from two nights ago, get some of the first-years to chug mixes of coke and vodka in second-hand Bisleri bottles, and then leave.
All the drinks taste like shit so I head to the box of subway sandwiches and fill myself with those instead.
A fourth-year is playing remixes through the speakers in the grass quadrangle, and no one but the participating teams seem to be enjoying themselves. Those from our college who actually are, are either drunk or are on their way there.
There’s a dog that’s whining in the quad, the loud noises and dim lights freak it into a whining frenzy. We tried to lure it outside the building with food but it wouldn’t leave, it just kept coming back. Now, its sitting in front of the third box full of booze and circles around itself absurdly, crying and looking for a way out.
When I realise I’m doing the same thing, I pick up another subway, stuff it in my pocket and head back to the hostel.