I arrived in Johannesburg at around 9pm that night and booked a meter cab to drop me off at the commune from the airport. When I got there, I realized that I had actually left my key in my room so I knocked. I was drained from all the flying. I was so tired but more than anything I was hurting. KG opened the door and found me facing down. "What now?" he asked. I couldn't say anything. I just started crying. He hugged me and I feel like I lost it even more when he did. It felt like someone had just told me that my mother had died. I was in so much pain. I don't even know why it had to be KG that found me in that state. He just happened to be at the right place at the right time.
Gavin came outside and witnessed the intimacy that was KG and I. "What are you doing to my friend?" he asked KG. KG looked at Gavin and shook his head in irritation. "You're going to be fine". KG said to me as he walked back inside. As much as Gavin was blonde at times, when it came to me and how I was feeling, he never really had to ask because he had seen that side of me a lot of times. "Here! Have a shot!" he said as he gave me a shot of vodka. I took four. He went inside the house to call Sihle and we sat out at the bench that was situated close to the pool.
I told them how my last date with Thebe went. We talked about it for about an hour before we realized we had run out of alcohol. We then drove to the nearest bottle store to get more and went up to my room. At 2:15am, the alcohol had become hard for Sihle and Gavin to handle so they both passed out and I sat there waiting for morning to come. My return to Johannesburg had made them both avoid their homes. It felt great to have them around at all times especially because I never got to see much of them when I was in Cape Town. Eventually I also gave in and surrendered to sleep, preparing myself for a brand new day and a brand new life!
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