11-09-2018, 10:47 PM
The Opening Act
She couldn't disappear quick enough. Luckily, she didn't think anyone here would know her. It probably helped that she was so dolled up as well. And dressed like this. The young woman in the mirror earlier had been hardly recognizable to her. And fake. A faux blush of happiness, a pretend light in her eyes from dark liner around them.
She'd just make her escape now and be alone again.
Find a way through all the emotions inside her that she'd kept locked down so tight until now.
She gasped quietly in surprise as a hand curled around her arm, her eyes wide and flying up to meet a vibrant green stare. Her pulse skyrocketed and she tugged her arm gently against his hold to test the strength of it. She knew what it was like to be trussed up and bound.
A blush spread up her neck as his eyes sat for a moment on her lips, and then slowly up. History could've been repeating.
"Nice song." She pressed her mouth firmly together, forcing her gaze to stay in his though her blush deepened and a hurt flashed behind her eyes. She glanced at the bartender that obeyed him and then back again, cautiously allowing him to lead her into the seat next to him.
"It's been awhile, Wallace."
She swallowed and looked away, once again perched on another stool with legs crossed to hide herself as well as she could with this revealing outfit. She hadn't forgotten his name. Or those eyes. That whiskey-rough voice. He had a gravity and a steadiness that no other had. But an explosive side too, she remembered.
"A while," she agreed, her hand curling around the cool glass when her drink was passed to her. It hadn't been long enough to heal though. To stop being so damn stupid. And stubborn. Her heart was so foolish and relentless and she'd wished it would just give up already. Probably everyone wished for that.
She tipped it back and let it burn her throat. He wasn't around to know how many times she'd thought about reconsidering. How many times she played out how life might be if he'd taken her memories of that time. If she didn't have to feel like this anymore.
He never came back to the island, though she hadn't expected him to. She would say so to him now for small talk, but it was pointless. She didn't like thoughtless chatter. She suspected he wasn't wild about it either, though she'd only met him the once so long ago.
"I am no better," she whispered, defeated. He probably thought her so foolish. She'd hoped keeping the memories would be a lesson, a life experience. That they might make her stronger in some way.
But she was weak.
She was nothing.
"Did I choose wrong?"
She'd just make her escape now and be alone again.
Find a way through all the emotions inside her that she'd kept locked down so tight until now.
She gasped quietly in surprise as a hand curled around her arm, her eyes wide and flying up to meet a vibrant green stare. Her pulse skyrocketed and she tugged her arm gently against his hold to test the strength of it. She knew what it was like to be trussed up and bound.
A blush spread up her neck as his eyes sat for a moment on her lips, and then slowly up. History could've been repeating.
"Nice song." She pressed her mouth firmly together, forcing her gaze to stay in his though her blush deepened and a hurt flashed behind her eyes. She glanced at the bartender that obeyed him and then back again, cautiously allowing him to lead her into the seat next to him.
"It's been awhile, Wallace."
She swallowed and looked away, once again perched on another stool with legs crossed to hide herself as well as she could with this revealing outfit. She hadn't forgotten his name. Or those eyes. That whiskey-rough voice. He had a gravity and a steadiness that no other had. But an explosive side too, she remembered.
"A while," she agreed, her hand curling around the cool glass when her drink was passed to her. It hadn't been long enough to heal though. To stop being so damn stupid. And stubborn. Her heart was so foolish and relentless and she'd wished it would just give up already. Probably everyone wished for that.
She tipped it back and let it burn her throat. He wasn't around to know how many times she'd thought about reconsidering. How many times she played out how life might be if he'd taken her memories of that time. If she didn't have to feel like this anymore.
He never came back to the island, though she hadn't expected him to. She would say so to him now for small talk, but it was pointless. She didn't like thoughtless chatter. She suspected he wasn't wild about it either, though she'd only met him the once so long ago.
"I am no better," she whispered, defeated. He probably thought her so foolish. She'd hoped keeping the memories would be a lesson, a life experience. That they might make her stronger in some way.
But she was weak.
She was nothing.
"Did I choose wrong?"