FIGURE 8 // lumax

my kind of woman •*

MAX

I strap on my red heels and stand up.

I'm supposed to go clubbing with my friend Robin tonight, but I really don't want to.

She thinks it will be a great opportunity for me to find someone or even just a hookup.

But I don't want that, the last time I dated someone my heart got broken.

I loved him so much.

After he broke up with me, my whole life changed.

We always knew it wouldn't work out, it was an high school relationship.

We saved each other when we needed it the most but it shouldn't of moved past that.

I only agreed to go, because I need to get over it.
it's been five years.

I can just never manage to find someone like him.

They're all either to mean, or judgemental, or they are boring.

He was none of those.

I get out of my trace and I look into the mirror and see myself.
Red heels and a black skimpy dress.

Jesus, who am I?
I stopped driving while it's dark, I stopped going to carnivals, god! I even quit figure skating!

It all reminded me too much of him.
Of Lucas Sinclair.

I know he was my first, and really only love.

But Lucas Sinclair isn't just someone you get over.

He's the best man I've ever met.

He was kind, caring, understanding, truthful and fun.

But that didn't mean he also didn't have some flaws.

He had paranoia and trust issues, really bad trust issues.

Sometimes I wonder if that's what led to the end of us.

"Maxine, hurry up!" I heard Robin groan from the next room.

I sigh and go to meet Robin in the living room.

"Are you ready for the clubbing experience of Fresno, Maxine?" She excitedly asked me as I walked in.

"I don't think it's all that Robin." I chucked as I grabbed my purse.

"I just cannot believe you have lived here for two years and you have never gone to a club!" I explained.

I chuckled in response and waved her on to leave.

It was a cold November night and it was around a ten minute walk from my apartment.

While walking there Robin talked extremely fast, which caused me to zone out and think where my life went wrong.