Clearing The Mind

Chapter 5: Process.

2028.

Daphne Fletcher stood there.

𝙼𝚌𝙶𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚋, 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝚈𝚘𝚛𝚔.

A gray Prius passed Daph by. She felt the weight on her shoulders getting stronger and stronger. To will it to stop would not be a way to stop effectively.

She didn't know what she was doing was wrong, what the guy did in the end was right. However, the fact that she entered this relationship with him, it felt so right, yet was wrong in the end.

She sighed. Fuck Damien Flint. If only she found out before he told her, would've whacked his sorry ass into two planks.

She picked her guitar up and slung it on her back. Tears were unable to emerge from her eyes. The feeling of being hurt till you've grown numb from it, it's great, but it has its problems, too.

Daphne Fletcher had a tough life till now. From an abusive family to an unfair community she was stuck in, to the relationships that she had gone through, seemed like the Fates weren't able to give her a fresh break at all.

The last one, Damien Flint? She was in love with the prick, just to find out that he had a lasting relationship with some albino Russian(she was not albino). He left her because he felt guilty that he was doing such a thing to the woman he so truly loved.

Thank God Daphne told him he wasn't shagging her till after the altar.

Daphne's only retreat, in fact, was he work. She was working as a kindergarten teacher by day, and a small jazz musician by night.

For her, it wasn't that she wanted the money(perhaps fact be true for being a kindergarten teacher), but the passion in music. Well, 𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢. Our aspirations are what take us to the stars.

A flashback took her back.

𝙼𝚌𝙶𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝙿𝚞𝚋, 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚘.

"So there was this kid in my class that wrote this cute kid who wrote this short passage today! " Daphne and Damien were at one of the booths in the pub.

"Was it the one that you asked the kids about love?" Her head was resting on his shoulder, as she nodded. "Daphne, you know that teaching these kids about love could be a bad thing?" he held her left hand as now, she shifted to rest a side of her body on his.

"I know, but nothing's gonna happen to them if they were to learn of innocent love, right?" He was sipping his drink, made no verbal reply, but his eyes gave her an 'are you sure about that' expression.

"So, so back to the girl," She paused. "I remember how she wrote it, too."

She took a deep breath.

"Love is when you're missing some of your teeth, and yet you're not afraid to smile. Why? Because you know that the people you love will still love you even though some of you is missing."

He phased out. "Woah, for a kid to write that."

"Yeah, woah."

She snapped out of the flashback. Well, some memories in life should be better off untouched after this, she sighed again.

'Stop thinking.' She forced herself. She was better off not thinking at all if this were to continue. Looking forward at the flat that she was living in, she just proceeded to walk back home in a blank state.

Two years later.

She was back in McGee's once again, but for a different reason and with no guy.

There she was, sitting by the counter with a martini by her hand as her eyes were looking at the band performing in front.