Loving is such a weird human concept. You can either love someone or you can hate them.
There's no in-between except apathy and when you reach that level of indifference it means that you don't care.
I cared, I really cared about them. I cared about...
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𝐕 - The Neigbor Next Door
I haven't left my apartment in six days.
I took a week off from work and I hadn't felt like writing anything. I stared at the wall most of the day, petting Milo's head and watching television without even putting the volume on.
Honestly, it's not because I'm sad, it's not because I was in any kind of denial. I just didn't feel like doing anything, like my mind and body were turned off.
Mason continued drinking every night and going to work in the morning like nothing happened the night before. Like he hadn't threatened me and marked my skin with his palm.
Sometimes I swear, even if he's not there I bet I can still hear him scream at me like there's nobody else in this building.
Despite that shitty week, today I felt like doing something, even if it was nine and it was dark outside I needed to distract myself. I used to love going out at night and coming back in the early hours of the morning.
Without minding what I was wearing I put on my coat and left the building.
It took me less than five minutes to get to that little coffee shop on the avenue next to mine.
I love going there. Most of the time I would go there to listen to people singing or reciting poems, other times I would go there to escape Mason for a couple of hours and read in peace.
"Lexi, I was wondering when I'll see you again." Said Oliver-a man in his early fifties who own the place-as soon as I step a foot in the shop.
"There's nothing planned tonight and I found that quite boring, so can you please sing tonight? I know you don't usually want to, but it's only for tonight."
"If I can have a free hot chocolate, I might consider it," I said with a smile.
I think I saw a grin on his face, as he accepted my request.
"If you need the piano, you can use it." He said as he pointed to the instrument.
I took off my coat and put it on an empty chair as I made my way onto the stage.
There were not a lot of people, most of them were old and were appreciating a drink together and a couple of others were sitting alone reading a book.
It's been a while since I last played the piano. I learned to play at a young age, it was important for my dad. He told me it was a tradition in the family and I wanted to make him proud, so I learned and mastered how to play for years until he left for war.
I sat in front of the piano, both of my hands on the white and black tiles. I cleared my throat, taking a deep breath.
I started playing and that feeling of being filled with all the joy from doing something you love took hold of me.
