The Almost Perfect Girl

And when he kissed my lips, I knew no other could ever compare. Because when his silent words flowed down my throat, down into the deepest parts of my body, warming the places that had been cold for so long.

I knew it was true, this love is real.

This love is pain.

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I found that I reached a point In which I could not turn back. While we laid on his bed spread out and naked, the likes I could have never imagine.

I am not this girl. The girl that gets attached, that falls in love to the point of no return. I didn't like it.

I absolutely hated needing him.

So as he slept peacefully by my side I stood up quietly, finding my clothing scattered across his floor, and began getting dressed.

I tip toed out of his room and ran to the door, opening it and making my escape. The awkward "morning afters" weren't something I usually went for, we have been together for six months now and not once have I stayed, I suppose hes gotten used to it. hes gotten used to me running away from my emotions more than he does. Sometimes we both question who is more emotionally masculine, but then my period comes around and everyone knows the truth.

As I marched out into the autumn air of New York City, I breathed in the lovely pollutants I have become so well accustomed too. People rushed by trying to reach their destinations and I blent in easily forgetting the wild night I had with William. The moment we made it to his apartment from the club it was an immediate removal of all articles of clothing. His moans and groans replaying in my mind as I grinned.

I lived in Brooklyn while he lived in the upper east side. He came from a roughly high class family with middle class morals. They are kind people, not in the least snobby, but they dont mind the money. I mean who would? But I'm not with William for the money. that's just one of the perks. I have a job of my own, actually I work for Williams mother, I'm her assistant. She runs a magazine company called Fashion Guru which was literally that. Every issue that ran off spoke of the trends, what looks good on who: body type, hair color, height and even a detail as small as eye color.

I didn't usually follow every single fashion advice given my Molly Franz, Williams mother. Although I do try my best to dress appropriately for the job, which meant an array of hundred dollar shoes that I only wear once (twice if lucky) and purse that will make any terrible outfit look releatively decent.

In all honesty though, at the moment my hair is in a messy braid, I'm wearing a huge navy blue sweater from Williams closet, a pair of black leggings and a pair of brown uggs. No purse, no heels, just a lanyard with my wallet and keys attached.

I dialed the passcode to unlock the front door and walked in checking my mail box. I looked through the letters I had received, mainly bills, except for one.

The envelope is a silver color with a red wax stamped "H", it looks like one of those invitations in old fashion black and white movies when you get invited to a ball.

I opened it up, careful not to rip anything.

I read over the letter, my eyes widened.

"Dear Sora Ostencia,

My name is Jonah Hollowell, you may have seen some of my designs in Ms. Franzs' Fashion Guru Weekly. This here is an invitation to my villa in Italy. Ms. Franz has told me that you have worked for her for more than five years. That is a very long time for an assistant in the fashion industry. Perhaps you will be able to handle a few weeks of my unorganization and chaos.

-J.H.

P.S. Contact my office in Manahatten if you accept my offer 1-917-555-3576.

P.P.S. You'll accept my offer."

I laughed. I began to jump up and down with excitement. I ran to the elevator, pressing the button for the eleventh floor. I flew out of the elevator grabbing my keys and unlocking the door. I picked up the phone to call William.

"Hello?" a soft fitly voice spoke.

My mouth dropped open, it was a woman's voice.

"Hello? Who is this?"

My throat went completely dry.

"Wendy Phelps, I think you have the wrong number this is my boy friends place."

"Who is your boyfriend?" I began choking on words that would no longer form. I heard a voice on the other end, a very familiar voice,

"Babyyy what are you doing?"

"Oh some girl called, I'm telling her she has the wrong -"

I heard rustling, " Hello?" his voice came through the line.

"William? " I whispered.

"Sora? Baby I can explain.."

I put the phone down, hanging up on his

sweet deceaving voice.

I laid down on my couch. Not moving, not crying, and trying my best to remember to breathe.

The phone rang of the hook for a few hours, and then Molly began calling my cellphone. I had to pick up since it could be work related,

"Sora! Finally, I called your house phone but there was no answer. What is going on?" she sounded worried, "Are you ok? I'm so sorry Sora."

I broke down sobbing.

"I loved him Molly, I really loved him."

And the only reply I received was "My son is an idiot, I will call you right back dear, dont you worry."