Welcome to The New Classic, where the past and the present merge, to form a new future.
Once that no one can see coming...
Join Angelo, Vanessa and the rest of the gang three and a half long years after that fateful night.
Lo kept count. V didn't...
Moodlist Pray You Catch Me - Beyoncé Yebba's Heartbreak - Yebba To Me - Alina Baraz Gotta Get Up (Interlude) - Kali Uchis Tomorrow - Kali Uchis Kiss It Better - Rihanna Quand Tu Souris (When You Smile) - Paradis
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Driving without shoes on is really uncomfortable.
This was the latest of the collection of intrusive thoughts, whichfluttered across my mind while I was operating the machine that transported me from one location to another.
Try as I might, I could only focus on the stimulus I was receiving through my five basic senses.
My vision was slightly out of focus, as hot, salty liquid covered my pupils, as opposed to rolling off the ledge that was my waterline.
The engine of the car was humming loudly, telling tales of the horse power contained with it.
I never realised how much noise driving a car made. It was late at night, and the roads were empty, seemingly amplifying the occasional thump of the gearstick being manoeuvred, or the constant, rolling sound of rubber against tarmac.
My fragrance of choice this evening was Alien by the late Thierry Mugler. Itwas an intoxicating jasmine-amber scent, and a beast in terms of performance.
Although usually, the perfume overshadowed every other scent in the vicinity, all I could smell was the now asphyxiating notes of Tom Ford's Tobacco Vanille. Instead of smooth it was dense; and cloying as opposed to decadent.
And despite it having been hours since I last consumed anything, my mouth was coated with fresh and acrid bitterness. The taste was so strong I was making a face, unbeknownst to me. My teeth ached with the pain of regret. My tongue was still in its bladed form; by far the sharpest knife I had used tonight.
I was so uncomfortable.
My skin was clammy with sweat, yet, I shivered, a symptom of the adrenaline comedown. I couldn't wait to take this dress off and throw it away.
Between jaws clenched so tightly I started to develop an ache in my temples, and my damn feet not putting up a good fight against these rough-ass pedals, I was in bad shape.
Anger is an all consuming emotion. It was fierce, and protective; absolutely necessary when going toe to toe with an opponent.
It was however, a shrouder of forward thinking and sound reasoning. Those qualities were hidden from view when I saw red. Which was why I was driving this car with no shoes on in the first place.
This evening's events were completely spontaneous. A terrible set of circumstances lined up to lead me here. And I had no regrets about my actions in that moment.
