Back To You /Mialotte

A point of no return?

Day 20

Charlotte looked in the mirror, which was still steamed up from the heat in the bathroom. Her whole body was still covered in a light wetness. She wiped the mirror clean with her hand so that she could see her image.

Charlotte didn't recognise herself. The tiredness was clearly written in her face. Her eyes had lost their lustre, and her skin was pale. The water dripped from her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She now only realised how marked her body was. Her neck and shoulders were covered in love bites. Signs that Sara came around almost every night after work.

Charlotte wasn't stupid. For Sara, it was just a pastime. Only sex, when she left the house to go to work, she was sometimes still there. When Charlotte came home, she was long gone. Only to turn up in the middle of the night to repeat the whole game.

Today was one of these days, when Charlotte stepped out of the bathroom and went into the bedroom to put on the rest of her clothes. She was greeted by a sleeping Sara in bed.

The bartender was lying on her stomach, her back uncovered, and there the red lines of last night reflected back to Charlotte.

Around the bed, her clothes lay scattered on the floor, the faint smell of her perfume lingering in the air. Cherries with a hint of vanilla. This scent clashed with the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke that was also in the air. It all described Sara perfectly, sweet and inviting, but also hard and cold.

Charlotte buttoned up her blouse and tried to hide the marks on her neck as best she could with her hair. She gave Sara one last look before finally heading off to work. Now, she felt nothing but indifference for the job she once loved with all her heart. She avoided her colleagues - no, they were her friends - as much as possible.

Marjorie tried again and again to invite her for a chat. She had also tried several times to give her back the necklace. But Charlotte didn't want it, just the sight of the silver heart made her ache.

Day 31

It had only been a month since Mia had smashed her heart, on the pretend of doing her some good with it. Even though Charlotte's hatred and sadness rose when she thought of the redhead. Every day, she crossed out another day in the calendar.

Charlotte was putting on her high heels. She didn't want to sit at home and spend another night feeling sorry for herself. When she took her key from the kitchen counter, the necklace caught her eye. Marjorie had given it to her a few days ago and asked her just to take it. Charlotte had done so reluctantly.

But she didn't want to think about Mia right now. She just wanted to drown her thoughts in alcohol and maybe have some fun. Sara would definitely be working tonight. She hadn't seen the bartender for a while, and part of Charlotte missed the casual sex.

On the way to the bus stop, she remembered that she hadn't emptied her letterbox today. Well, she could do that later.

There was a lot going on in the pub tonight, Charlotte had to fight her way to the bar. When Sara saw her, she smiled and immediately put a whisky down for her. "I haven't seen you for a long time..." she said in a seductive voice and leaned over the bar a little. So that Charlotte had a good view of her cleavage.

The brunette replied with a smile. "Let's see what the evening brings."

The evening brought a lot, Charlotte struck up a conversation with the man at the bar. Lucas. He was tall with dark hair and blue eyes. He was in London on a business trip and wanted to experience some of the city's nightlife. Again and again, he complimented her and came closer to her. Until, finally his hand found its way onto her thigh. Charlotte was ready to spend the night not with a woman but with a man for a change.

But just as his lips were almost touching hers, his phone lit up, revealing the picture of a beautiful woman there. Charlotte had now reached the point where she didn't care about many things anymore. But she didn't want to cross that line. That was the end of the evening for her, and a short time later, she found herself in a taxi with the aim of getting home. Maybe Sara would visit her tonight.

Before she entered her house, she opened her letterbox, and what she found there sobered her up immediately. Another letter from Mia, the redhead, was like a ghost who kept throwing Charlotte back to the here and now.

Sweetheart,

By the time this letter reaches you, a month will have passed since I had to leave you with a heavy heart. Every day that I am away from you, I realise that I have made a mistake. I should not have left you.

I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me when I am back. Unfortunately, I still can't give up my goal of why I left. My path took me to Poland. Alone in the cold, I have a lot of time to think about everything.

I still have to work a lot on myself to become the best woman for you. But I am ready to do this.

When I found my father. I can finally close this chapter of my life and concentrate fully on you.

I miss you, sweetheart, every thought, every breath, every heartbeat is dedicated to you.

I love you,

Amelia Mae Roberts