A battle for truth on a cold stormy night…
she walks alone in the wilderness that is the city streets.
Dark hair, mascara flaking at her darkened eyes, blood red lipstick and a single beauty mark on her neck.
She enters her destination bewildered at what she saw. No familiar faces, drinks being spilled and a fight in the corner of the room.
She walks briskly to the bathroom and pulls out her phone in hopes to have a message. The screen stares back at her emptily, and with one last look in the mirror, she leaves to find her company.
Walking into a room filled with music she spies him, drink in hand & showered by friends.
Making herself known to him was more than difficult with the floor filling up quickly by drunken dancers staggering about to the music being played.
Arriving nervously at the table she was greeted by him with a brief hug and introduction to those around her. The night poured on with her standing silently in the corner of the room…
something was different, he had changed…
All that was going through her head was a way out of this place.
Thankfully spotting an old friend she walked over and exchanged greetings. . . Introducing herself to her friend’s date, they talked briefly and then she found herself alone again.
Surrounded by people but alone in her own world. He sat there, flirting with strangers, and it was obvious one in particular held his attention. . .
The friendship politics of the world to this date had confused her and was finding it difficult to stand up…What was happening to her?
A veil crossed over her eyes as she blocked herself off…
This was not ok, this was not what she had wanted.
She watched her lean in and kiss him
heart thudded loudly in her chest, her lips dry and feelings came and consumed her.
What was happening. . . Her head felt light and she suddenly found it hard to breath…the connection was being lost……..