1 Peter 4:8
love covers a multitude of sins.
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1 WEEK LATER
I always manage to find myself back here. One way or the other. No matter how much i try and escape it. I fear that some people are just destined to be in certain places and this may just be mine.
I lean back into the sofa chair of the bar, my arm is stretched out across its length, i do everything in my power to forget who i brought here the first time. It pains me to remember that smile.
That smile she says i took from her.
With anyone else i would be enraged, furious. Maybe i would have even fought back. But with eden it's different her words leave a mark on me.
I attempt to blink the thoughts away and be in the environment. I must admit it's hard to get used to this type of environment after being out of it for so long.
The red illumination of the room from the led lights, the mist of smoke from the blunts being smoked at every end, the stench of don perignon and Hennessy...
You never get used to this type of setting, never. You only become numb to it.
I have decided to stay away from every type of alcohol that has been offered to me by the bartenders that have come up to me.
I know where that would lead me, even a sip can destroy me at this point. That's a risk im not willing to make.
The sound of the weekend blasting on the speakers isn't strong enough to drown out my thoughts of her words...
Nothing is strong enough for that.
I lean my head back and shut my eyes tight, the sound of the music merges with the sound of the conversations happening from around me. My foot taps on the floor as i try and get my mind in another dimension.
When my head is up again i see a lady in front of me, her clothes too revealing for me to be staring at for this long. She holds a tray in one hand and a thought of sin in the other.
I get a gut feeling to run away but im too paralysed to do anything but stare at her eyes which are preying on mine.
She releases her once bited lip painted with the reddest of lipsticks to speak,
"Is that seat reserved for anyone?" Her voice is like butter, it tells me there's something that she wants from me and i know I shouldn't want to know what it is.
"Who's asking?" I say leaning up from my manspread, her skin is brown, almost tanned and her eyes hidden behind thick lashes yet i can still tell her intentions.
A thought of eden comes to my mind, but it's covered by a wave of confusion. I don't know where the last conversation left us. I should be mad, i should be upset.
"If i say i am will your answer change?" She smirks, dropping the tray on the table in front of me. A thickly rolled brown cigar lays on it with a lighter beside it.
I shouldn't be here... so why am i not getting up.
She walks in front of me purposely bumping into my knees, i freeze.
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