The Partial Eclipse Of The Heart

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The house was empty, the place that once felt like home Megan now felt like a stranger intruding in some else's home. Her eyes scanned the living room, the place was surprisingly clean for not being lived in. Megan assumed her grandmother dianna must of hired a maid to spontaneously drop by a few times a month and make sure everything was ready for her when she finally returned.

Shockingly enough, dianna kept her promise that she made to Megan all those years ago. She stuck by her through every moment. Dianna visited Megan twice a month, which for some patients their families  didn't have that leisurely and couldn't visit that often and she called frequently. Even when Megan refused to talk or see her grandmother. She still showed up, and sometimes they sat in silence. It was up until a year ago, before dianna fell sick from her grief that she stopped visiting.

Her health was declining rapidly infront of Megan's eyes and there was nothing she could do about it. All of those years of pain and heartache finally caught up to her. And at the age of seventy five dianna delagarza died. Megan was allowed to go to her funeral say a couple things on the behalf of her grandmother. She was sure they were cursed. It was the only explanation to why one family can have so much tragedy within not even a decade.

Sighing, Megan hauled herself into the guest room, she didn't feel comfortable sleeping in her bedroom or her parents old room. In fact she didn't want to go near them at all. She made a mental note to hire someone to help her clear them out. As she refused to step foot inside either of them.

Feeling both physically and emotionally drained, Megan decides to call it an early night.  Not even bothering to eat or call her therapist like she was supposed to do.

The next morning was officially the start of her new life, and what way to act like a normal person in society besides go out for a night in town. It wasn't the wisest thing to do on her part. But Megan was tired of thinking logically and doing everything she thought was right. Clearly that has gotten her nowhere in life. She was going to live everyday as if it were her last. She had that right after everything she'd been through.

Dressed in a simple navy blue jeans and Grey blouse that hung low on her slim shoulders. Megan's now short brown hair was straightened and pinned behind her ear. She was going for more of a natural look tonight. It was her first time, and despite everything she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself.

Her mother's slick back Mercedes sat in the driveway untouched, Megan bit the inside of her lip as she contemplated whether she was just going to haul a cab for the night or actually drive. She had no intention of drinking. Shes seen first hand what alcohol could do to a person. It was poison to the mind and she didnt want any parts of it.

Shrugging her shoulders she grabbed the keys off of their hook by the garage. Sliding into the rich leather interior she was on her way to start her night. She recalled not many years ago she would sit in the passenger seat of this exact car and wait for her mother to finish up in the studio. The mere fact, caused a lump in her throat to form which she quickly swallowed not allowing herself to be consumed by the pain. This was her night.

The cub was packed, Megan walked in her senses were in overdrive, the smell of alcohol burned the nostrils of her nose. The bass of the music sent jolts down her body as she pushed her way through the sea of dancing, sweaty, bodies. It was like something out of a movie, everyone looked so free and at peace. They had no care in the world and Megan admired that, she wanted to be that person.

Now sipping her sparkling water, she looked out at the crowd, not having the courage to go out and dance. She was terrified that someone would laugh at her. She'd stick out like a sore thumb she knew it and her subconscious agreed.

"First time out huh?"

The voice startled her, despite the loud music she was able to hear him very clearly as he was mere itches from her ear leaning forward casually. His hair looked as if someone just ran their fingers through it and the first three buttons of his shirt were undone, showcasing the trimmed chest hair that sat in the middle of his chest.

What she really wanted to see was his eyes, but the poorly lit room wouldn't allow her that.  She had been staring at him for so long, she had forgotten that he actually asked her a question and she was standing there ogoogling at him.

"Is it that obvious? Im not used to these sort of things." She shouted over the music, hoping he could hear her.

"Me either, I'm here for a bachelor party." He told her, she didn't know why but her eyes instinctively gazed down to his finger envying him in a way, that he found someone that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Megan was sure she would never have that and it saddened her.

"Congratulations, I wish you and your fiancée the best." To avoid any farther conversation Megan took the opportunity to scurry away into the heart of the crowd, bumping into several people on her way to the door. She stumbled out of the building gasping for air, she was sure she was claustrophobic.

Taking the short journey to her car Megan realised that her first night out on her own did not go as great as she had thought it would. She made a fool out of herself for even thinking she could fit in with normal society. It was moments like these where she wished her mother was still alive to guide her.

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Short chapter, I would've updated sooner but my personal life is a trainwreck right now. You'd know if you read the little journal/rant book I posed on here called deep thoughts. Im dealing with alot of shit rn so I'm sorry if the updates aren't regularly. Thankfully I have written a couple chaps for this book so expect to see another one sometime over the weekend or early next week.