LEARNING TO LOVE HIM : ITOSHI.R

5

" I DONT WANNA FEEL "

'How cliche' was the first thought that came to your mind as you stared at the sweaty bodies that crowded the middle of the bustling room, jumping and grinding on each other in sync with the music that boomed loudly through the speakers.

Was it not funny how you resembled the ideal heartbroken girl that every pop singers sang about in their music now a days. Sat in the corner of somebodies party alone as you downed every alcoholic drink in eye shot.

The stinging you felt as the substance slid down your throat continuously caused you to feel submerged in satisfaction, you harshly placed down the empty can onto the tea table in front of you before tiredly leaning back onto the faux couch.

The messy room had empty bottles laid on the ground, waiting for someone to trip over them. You almost fell victim to this improvised bear traps. And as for the people in this crowded area, they looked just like the cluttered beer bottles on the carpeted floor: empty and useless.

Bright lights covered the entire room ranging from different colours causing your vision to get blurry as well as a headache to crawl up making you feel extremely nauseous as you covered your hair with the palms of your hands.

You rose up from the couch, using your fingers to pull down the bottom of your red satin dress before stumbling out of the crazed house desperately trying to find your way back home.

The cold wind mercilessly greeted you as you felt your hair flew behind you messily covering the front of your face as you desperately removed the strands that covered your vision.

Your feet ached beneath you silently screaming for you to remove the emerald straps of the heels that tightly trapped your feet and ankle, causing your toes to squeeze together.

You carelessly staggered across the empty road towards a concrete pavement that was accompanied by a wooden bench, you felt the volume of the music decrease as you distanced further and further away from the house.

Sitting down on the wooden bench, you felt the alcohol take over your emotions as you began to break down alone in the middle of the nights stuck in the midst of a random highway.

Your sobs rang through the cold night as you leaned forward with your hands covering your tear-stained face smudging your expensive eyelashes that you had spent hours on earlier that night.

The screams you let out into your hands did not helped soothe the feeling as you only cried harder the dejected feeling only creeping back up once again.

You could not think of why you were put into such circumstances, the love of your life had just broken up with you days before over a silly misunderstanding and now you felt as if your world was crashing down on you.

You did not understand why you felt so vulnerable at the moment, after all he was just a mere boy am I right?

Too deep in your thoughts you could not hear the approaching footsteps of one as they tapped on your shoulder causing you to alarmingly snap your head up.

You stared at the stranger in front of you failing to get a clear look at their face due to the tears that pooled your eyes and the alcohol that was still fresh in your system, all you could infer was that they were dressed in the same exact black nike track jacket, one that your ex used to love wearing.

They silently sat beside you as they stared at you with immense concern in their eyes, hesitantly their arms pulled you into a tight embrace. Too tired to fight back, you melted into their warm hug as you buried your face into their shoulder soaking the fabric of their jacket.

Still in somber thoughts you could not stop yourself from rambling on and ranting about everything from the tip of your tongue, hoping that this would be the last-time you would be seeing this kind-hearted stranger not knowing how you would possibly deal with the embarrassment if you were to run into them sober.

"My ex, the love of my fucking life, the man I thought I would get married to and have kids with just fucking broke up with me," you said hastily as you hiccuped word after word.

"I loved him so fucking much, I would've dropped everything for him! How could he just leave me like that! Did he ever love me!" You harshly said with waterfalls of tears continuously spilling from your eyes.

The stranger only kept quiet while they comfortingly rubbed their hand on your back trying to calm your fuming emotions.

You could not understand whether it was the alcohol causing your muscles to move on it own but you found yourself detaching from the strangers embrace before lifting your head up to look at them.
With dilated pupils, you tenderly placed your left hand on their cheek stroking it softly letting out a exasperated sigh before pulling their face in for a kiss.

Everything happened instantaneously that the other party felt startled by your sudden movements, however they found their arms instinctively wrapping around your waist brushing against the soft satin fabric.

Flinging your hand lazily around their neck, you ran your hands through the back of their hair, the tingling feeling of each silky locks brushed against your fingertips causing a new sensation to run through your veins.

Your bright red lipstick decorating their natural pink one as you found yourself addicted to the peach taste that their lips gave off.

They pulled you closer to deepen the kiss causing your entire body to shift forward, slightly opening their mouth to catch their ragged breath.

However, In the blink of an eye you anxiously pulled away before gagging as the contents from last nights dinner came out of your mouth spilling out onto the front of the strangers jacket drenching it in a foul smell.

You wretched as the sound of the puke splattering echoed throughout the empty night causing the aftertaste of bile to linger on your tongue.

Your vision began to darkened as you stared at the stranger still unable to make out the features of their face, you felt like a truck had just crashed into you and before you knew it you felt yourself knock out.

Your heavy eyelids finally gave up and closed while your body limped and relaxed fell back onto the bench, Rin cautiously caressed the back of your head making sure it did not came into harsh contact with the wooden bench.

He looked down at his wrecked jacket internally cringing as he brainstormed ideas to get you back home without dirtying the insides of his car.