Somewhat inspired by the song White Rabbit. An unknown man and woman are thrust into different realities and decades while living a different fantasy every time. This is a story about two people who must make a hard choice, whether to keep living in...
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In a speakeasy during what seems to be the roaring 20's. The area is filled with dark hues and leather couches. A fully stocked bar is the highlight. The sound of laughter and yelling can be heard as both women and men are captivated by each other. Couples dance around and swing from one corner to the other like ghosts. Simply put, the place is alive and buzzing with energy, a true euphoria.
She walks on stage and the crowd is immediately hushed; they are intrigued by this enigmatic figure. She wears a crimson silky dress; her hair is perfectly coiffed and styled. Her makeup, dark and alluring, her lips, red as blood. She effortlessly smiles at the fascinated crowd as the band commences.
The music is mellow and somewhat lazy and painless, the beginning of White Rabbit. She begins to sing, her voice raspy and alluring, easily captivating the audience. He strolls down the stairs with ease. He enters the grand room and is quickly seated at a table in the center, his only view is her. He wears an immaculate and expensive black suit with an intricate bowtie. He flags down a waiter and orders a drink, after that, his attention is all on her. He grins at her in familiarity, she returns the favor.
The room begins to spin in a haze as the song reaches its crescendo. The people stalk around in a haze as a man punches another and a fight finally breaks out. The pair are uninterested and oblivious, they are captivated by each other. The fight continues as it overtakes the whole room.
When the music stops and the song is done, everything is back to normal except everyone is gone and only the duo remain. She takes off her gloves and discards them. She slowly descends makes her way towards him as he stands up and offers his hand to her.
"Not bad, not bad at all". He says. "Didn't know you could sing that well".
"There's a lot of things you don't know about me". She grins.
"Care to dance?"
"There's no music".
"You sure about that?" As if on cue, a band materializes and begins to play. He smirks.
"Make it quick, this place is giving me the creeps".
"Words every man wants to hear".
His places his hand on her waist and she places her hand in his, they are poised to begin their dance. But alas, the power is shut down and they are shrouded in infinite darkness.
"Fuck".
~
She peeks through the snow glazed window and grins. The snow had already begun to fall, everything is frozen and white, a winter wonderland. She's wearing a black intricate sweater, dark blue jeans and black high heeled boots. Her hair is styled and perfected, a blonde. She sits on a gorgeous leather burgundy couch, her legs crossed. She sips her black tea and inhales; the smell is intoxicating. Knowing her, she obviously poured a little special liquid in her tea, just to give it a kick.
A colossal Christmas tree sits across from her. The tree is enormous and green, the branches are thick and strong. It is beautifully decorated with sentimental ornaments. Each ornament was carefully placed on each branch, all of them were specifically handpicked by her. The tree sparkled and glimmered with endless lights. A couple of wrapped presents were placed underneath on the red velvet skirt. The living room itself was huge with a high ceiling and mahogany wooden flooring. It exuded elegance but at the same time it was homey, secure and cozy. The walls were painted a dark hue and the tasteful curtains were sizable and gave the room even more of a character. The giant fireplace, placed directly across the couch, was ignited. The flames crackled and emanated a bright orange hue. An immense bookcase stood directly next to the fire. It was filled with classic literature and decorated with priceless trinkets. Last Christmas by Wham! can be heard playing in the background from an unknown location.
He walks in from the kitchen, his boots announcing his arrival. He's wearing a navy-blue V-neck sweater and dark jeans. He moves towards the fully stocked bar behind the couch and swipes a shining glass. He snatches a bottle of whisky from the shelves and pours himself a shot, neat. His usual drink is on the rocks but he appears to be in no mood to grab a couple of ice cubes.
"A little early isn't it?" She remarks.
"It's noon somewhere". He raises his glass towards her and takes a drink.
She ditches her cup of tea, long forgotten on the coffee table. She was a hypocrite and she knew it. She rapidly reaches the bar and swipes a glass and a bottle of bourbon. Her high heeled boots clink against the dark wood as she makes her way back to the lavish couch and sits next to him, downing her bourbon in the process.
They stare at the fireplace in silence. He peers at the sparkling glass and takes another sip at a leisurely pace. He looks relaxed, his legs are crossed and his left arm is placed comfortably on the arm of the couch.
"The tree looks good".
"Glad you like it". She poured herself another drink and took a careful sip. "I was thinking about taking a walk outside later. If you want to join me."
He glanced at her. "It's freezing".
"Yes well, that usually needs to happen for snow to form". She says deadpan.
He takes another sip as he stares at the fireplace with a pensive look. A few moments later, he stood up and offered his hand. She accepted it and hoisted herself up. He placed a hand on her waist and guided her around the room, they were dancing in perfect harmony.
"You can be charming when you want to be".
"I'm always charming". He gave her a smirk. Michael was handsome, nobody could argue with that. He was tall and fit. He had dark hair, brown eyes and a gorgeous smile that could break hearts. His humor and his dancing skills alone made him a ten in her book. But he was an acquired taste, his humor was not for everyone, it was dark and somewhat morbid, filled with sexual innuendos. His mood swings could make your head spin so hard. He was like her in that sense, both of them, an acquired taste. They knew what they were and they had embraced it a long time ago. They kept their distance from other people and maintained a low-profile at all times, their anonymity and privacy was of the utmost importance. He spun her around and eventually dipped her gracefully, effectively ending their little dance.
"I'll grab my coat".
~
They stood outside in the freezing cold. It was two pm and the sun was barely doing its job. Although the warmth it emanated felt good, she lifted her head up to enjoy it a little. She never liked the heat, all her life, she was living in hell. But now, she appreciated the sun because it came in tiny doses, usually mixed in with the crisp, harsh weather. She enjoyed the frostiness, it was her favorite, even though her hands were numb and her face was frozen, she loved the briskness. There was something about the biting weather that reminded her of her cold and calculating nature. Most people hated that about her but she saw it as her best asset.
He offered his arm and she promptly linked hers with his. They were now walking side by side in the snow.
"You like it here, I can tell". He said
"Yes, I do. I wish we could stay here a little longer". She gave him a smile but it wasn't deep enough. It saddened her to leave this place. It felt like home and nothing ever felt like home to her. They didn't know what would happen when they woke up tomorrow, what kind of fantasy they would be living in. She didn't want to sleep; she didn't want to lose this place. If she could, she would stay her forever, in this place, at this time of year. This was home.
They walked further away from the house; they reached a beautiful frozen lake. They sat on a bench nearby and admired the iced pond.
