nEvEr aGaiN

3.

Their chocolate brown eyes made you fall in love with them, you swear you saw a world in them when you first met your ex-lover. God. Their voice, Jesus. They can talk all day for all you care, but why waste time? They were the reason why you got up every morning instead of laying in bed the whole day, they were the reason why your days kept going, they were the reason why you felt so much butterflies erupting in your stomach and for your smile and laugh. They were your everything. You were so in love to the point you didn't even know what words came out of your mouth when you spoke to them, call yourself crazy, but. You WERE happy. Ah, you see how I emphasized the word, "were"? yeah. You were happy until things went downhill. Finding out that things weren't meant to be, but you are doing much better now. You have everything in your hands and it's going so well. You are now in your office at 1.am trying to finish up some files with your clothes wrinkled and eyes that are droopy, but you had some coffee even though it didn't really help. You were fucking tired, but hey you gotta pay them bills, you know. You finished up the last one of the files and got up from your seat and grabbed your belongings and walked out of your office, turning off the lights and locking the door behind you. You were swiping your finger from left to right on your phone trying to catch up on your social life on the media, you weren't paying attention on where you were walking because you could've ran into a pole right now, next thing you know you see papers flying everywhere and hear the person you collided into apologizing repeatedly until you got up on two feet and looked down and saw those same chocolate brown eyes looking back up at you, the ones you once fell in love with years ago, the ones that fucking tore your heart out and stomped on it, those same chocolate brown eyes that told you that they loved you every night even if they didn't mean it, the ones you never fucking thought you would ever see again.
"It's you..", you say.
First move you did was run out of the building as quickly as you can, not caring to watch where you are going and hearing cars honking at you. You just ran and let what the fuck ever guide you, the next thing you know you ended up at a bar, sweat on your forehead and your legs burning, you probably burned some calories along the way. Looking through the bar glass windows from where you are standing, seeing there is barely anyone inside you walked in and sat down at the bar and loosened up your shirt and told the bartender standing behind the desk in front of you who was just fucking staring at you the whole time when you first walked in, "Give me some fucking vodka to numb what I am fucking feeling and to forget this damn fucking night."