Reflections-C.L

Drunk words,sober thoughts

Saudi Arabia, Jeddah
Party, 12:04 a.m

Charles decided to go to the after party today, a part of him hoping that he could see her again.

He entered the room. Music blasting, people dancing or drinking and colorful lights moving all around the room. He went to the bar ordering a glass of whiskey and drinking it like water. He was all alone here today. Pierre didn't want to come so he told him he wasn't going either. He lied.

Looking around the room,his eyes scaning through the crowd for her,he drank another glass of whiskey. She was nowhere to be found. Lydia was nowhere to be found.

He ordered another glass of whiskey chunking it down in a second. Where is she? Where is my Stargirl?

"Give me the whole bottle" Charles said opening his wallet taking out four hundred euros and leaving them on top of the bar. "Keep the changes" he said to the bar tender as he got the bottle from the bar moving away from it and into the crowd.

He got into the crowd. People dancing around him as he drunk a sip of the whiskey bottle, the liquid burning in his mouth. He looked around having one thought on his mind. Her .His Stargirl.

He walked through the dancing crowd finally getting out of it, drinking a few more sips from the whiskey bottle from time to time. No staircase this time, so no rooftop.

The room started to spin a bit now, his head spinning with it too. He got his phone out of his pocket going into instagram trying to find her profile. She had only posted a story four hours ago. It was from the race.

He went and sat on a corner still drinking from the bottle, chunking it down like it was something he needed. He had got used in the burning sensation by now. His mind having only one thought.Her. He was thinking about her constantly. He couldn't eat, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't look his reflection at the mirror without thinking about her. It was true. Even though he couldn't say it out loud.

He wanted to see her. Talk to her again. Kiss her. It wasn't a want. It was a need by now. She was his drug. Lydia Hatzi was his drug and he couldn't stop from craving for more.

He picked his phone up looking,his reflection on the black screen before turning it on and seeing the time. 12:47. That's when it hit him.

He got up, taking a sip of whiskey and walking towards the exit door. He went to his car, getting inside and starting driving off. He was drunk by now but he still kept drinking from the whiskey bottle. He arrived at the hotel, parking his car and turning the engine off. He tried drinking another sip of the whiskey getting the bottle up but nothing came out of it. He threw the bottle on the passenger seat, getting out of the car.

He went inside the hotel and walking straight to the reception. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" he managed to say. Even though he was drunk he didn't sound like he was. Only one thing on his mind. The girl whose name started with an L

"Of course Mr. Leclerc"
"I have a message that the Hass team gave to me for Miss Lydia Hatzi but they forgot to tell me what her room number was. So I don't know her room number and I can't give her the message. You know it's really important to give it to her. Could you give me please her room number?"
"Of course Mr Leclerc, give me a minute" the receptionist said typing something on the computer.
"Room 616. 7th floor"
"Thank you so much." he said giving the receptionist a hundred euros.

He got into the elevator. Watching his reflection on the mirror. Cling. He arrived.

He got out of the elevator searching for her room. Everything spinning around him.