☘ "Maybe sometimes being lost is the best thing that could happen to you, because then you have nothing to lose. But for just this once I don't mind losing."
Maureen is a girl who has been on streets all her life, her life has been hard enough unt...
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They say time is a healer. And I say it is all fucking bullshit lies. Time is a manipulator. When the dead is gone we all believe that as time passes we will forget about the person or the pain of being left without them. But the reality is far crueller. Time fools you into thinking that the memories are fading or that the pain is gradually reducing but as it passes you are dying inside day by day.
It is not a healer, it is a slow killer.
Or for me, it was that way.
Three days after the incident with Magenta, I still regretted my drunken act of torturing her. The girl, on the other hand, was intriguing as hell. She saw the danger in my eyes, the destructive nature of my tone and yet unlike the others who tend to cower, she welcomed the pain.
Help for my friends, she said and I had no idea what she was talking about. But she was ready to give herself up without a trace of fear. It was the defeat in her eyes that stopped me, the amount of ache she carried and the tears flowing down were like a splash of cold water that got me thinking about my actions.
I wanted to scare her and all she did was scare me of myself.
As she rushed out of my penthouse, I realised she was a broken girl and she doesn't need to be around an already destroyed soul.
The camera flashes in front of me were blinding and enough to pull me out of my thought process. I present the fans with a much practised and perfected smile as they cheer for me. The reporters were hanging out of the borderline to get a word out of me but my mouth was sealed. The plush carpet underneath me ends as I enter the hall filled with the usual crowd of party goers. The place is more like a lounge than a disco or bar.
There were no young people dancing their asses of groping each other in the darkness of the room but a lightly lit sophisticated area with couches all around and a well-stocked bar with expensive wine.
Ash waved from the farthest corner of the room and I sat down right in front of the stage. It was a premier of some movie and this was only VIP invites. I went and sat down next to Ash, already feeling tired after day's shooting.
"Tomorrow I kept your schedule free." He whispered carefully.
"And why is that?" I muttered in a dull tone rolling my eyes at his information.
"Because-" He stopped as if I should already know the answer.
And I did, it was my sister's second death anniversary and even the idea made me choke and made my heart crush in pain.
"Save it, Ash. I know why. Just leave me alone for the day." I said because I didn't want him to know how I used my pain in the fighting ring.
He nodded and we proceeded to watch the movie.
She will be there tomorrow at the fight and I should not anticipate her visit but for some reason I was. I remembered from last time and yet I couldn't pinpoint little details about her, not that I should be concerned but I was.
