How to say goodbye

The Bar

To Lilyinthesky: a diamond.

Amelie stood by the door of the dark, dank basement. People crowded round the make shift bar; a sea of faces. Crowds had always made Amelie nervous... well at least since her time in the psych ward at Duranton. She felt, through the daze of sweet smelling smoke, alcohol and perfumed sweat, a hand grip her arm. Turning she found herself face to face with a shorter girl. The girl, who was drunk and whose eyes were distinctly infused with a red blush stepped closer and suddenly her lips were pressed on Amelie's. Amelie tried to scream but her mouth was choked with the other's tongue, tried to push away but her arms had lost all power. She felt light headed. As she listened to her heart beat she was vaguely aware that she was falling

When Amelie opened her piercing blue eyes she stood Eva standing above her. Eva helped her up, the intoxicated molester of Amelies mouth was no where to be seen in the flood of faces that now peered anxiously at her. Eva pulled her firmly away to a smoke filled corner before Amelie could totally panic. Alone in their corner Eva wrapped her strong arms around Amelie and murmered in her ear. When Amelie finally began to breathe she turned and looked accusingly at her saviour, her lover, her part time rival and the woman she had come here tonight to look for. Eva had convinced Amelie it would be good for her to get out come and visit the Underground Gay Bar that she, Eva, worked at. But holy mother of God was Amelie regretting it.

Eva loved Amelie. She really did. Even though Eva was surrounded by the LGBT+ Amelie was the only person who did, and always had acknowledged Eva, born Evelyn, was not a man as her body suggested but a woman as her heart declared. To see Amelie now, panic stricken and quivering for breathe in the heavy air broke her heart. Molly, the woman who ran the bar with Eva was shooting her evil looks but Eva knew she had to get Amelie out of the environment now. Eva left the bar and escorted Amelie back to her apartment.

Eva wrapped Amelie's thin frame in a blanket and made her a strong cup of Irish coffee. When Eva reentered the lounge she found Amelie gone. She was in the bathroom frantically washing her mouth still tasting the tongue of the girl from the club. Eva took her shaking shoulders and gripped firmly, massaging them. She turned Amelie's tear stained face to her. Vaguely aware of how beautiful her heaving collar bones looked Eva carefully explored the soapy mouth with her tongue.

Later after Amelie had fallen into a fitful sleep, Eva got up and returned to the club. She closed the door and locked it quietly but unceremoniously. How could she know, her therapist would later console, how could she know she would never see Amelie again?

Amelie got up and stumbled to the open window, she felt embarrassed to have caused her lover so much trouble and scared of her own self destructive mood.

Down in the street she saw Eva climb into a street car. She took a deep breath.