forgottenn

The bar pt2

I opened the metal door, the tiny bell above me ringing. The silence and peace outside, turned into crowded talking and music blasting immediately.

The bar was a place where you could drink your sorrows away, but loud noises are all around you.

It'd be smart to either hide in the bathroom, or just leave. But i'd rather atleast see if today was different.

Plus, the apartment I'm living in is getting lonely. Might as-well sit here and hear others have fun then sit quietly all the time.

As i sat down, the round leather seat pressed against my hamstring, and the cold metal rim around it woke me up slightly.

The barista was helping some other dude about four seats away, as the bartender walked to me i watched the man near me. He was staring at some dudes smoking near the bathroom, and even if i couldn't see his whole face, he looked disgusted.

"What would you like today sir?"

My attention was turned directly from the man to the barista, "Oh just a margarita please."

"Coming up!"

I held my head in my hand, and started looking around the bar. Some dudes kissing girls, most people drinking, and its just me and that man sitting down at the drinks stand.

I tapped my fingers on the counter, the music felt like it was getting louder each time my finger tip pressed down. There was a small ring in my ear, but i knew that it would get louder if i stayed any longer.

I was too confident in myself, i thought i would be able to get through it.

Just like how i thought i'd be able to make Dream happy.

Everything reminds me of him. It sounds depressing but every little thing.

I start rubbing my eyes, 'go away, go away...' He's like a ghost with unfinished business. He's always with me no matter how hard i try to forget him.

'Just leave me alone.. please..'

Im done crying over him, i'm done missing him, i'm done with him.

"Sir? Are you okay? Do you want some water?"

"No, im okay." i exhaled shakily "Thanks."

The barista gave me a awkward thumbs up

I tangled my hands in my hair, trying to breathe and remind myself that im okay.

Everythings fine.. hes not here anymore..

Its almost like im scared of him. I kind of am.
Scared of admitting that i've lost the battle for the man of my dreams.

But dreams don't always come true, i just didn't realize how attached i was to him.

I made eye contact with the barista again, he seemed worried for some reason. Doesn't everyone drinking their sorrows away do this? I shot him a weak smile.

With a simple head nod, the barista went to help the friendly man that was sitting a few seats away from me.

I think its time to go..

I got up, picked up my wallet and searched for some extra cash.

"Uhm, excuse me sir?" The barista said to me, rushing back over with a shot glass.

"Yes?" Oh my god, why do you keep following me.

"Before you leave, the man right over there," he said pointing with his thumb "wanted to share one last shot with you before you left." He finally said before placing the miniature glass down and going on his bathroom break.

I stared at the small glass before me.
Im not thirsty at all.. But i don't want to make him feel bad..

Oh fuck it, im walking home anyway.

I grab the glass, and look to the man, already looking at me with his glass in his hand. We cheered our cups together like we were just 2 feet apart. Like we've been best friends for a long time.

Like we totally knew who each other were.

I downed the shot in on go, and coughed in disgust as i placed it back down. I pick my stuff back up and left the bar.

I feel like ive see that man before somewhere..