She let the hot water hit her body, running her hands through her curls letting the water soak them.
She let the water run all over her,it was the only thing that could be all over her anyways.
The only thing so close to her, seeing her so exposed.
Her mind trailed off, she found herself with the stranger, sat back at that counter waiting to intoxicate herself.
It had been a whole 24 hours. However it felt like years since she'd been in the presence of a male, who didn't take her for a fool.
Get a grip of yourself. He doesn't care.
She kept telling herself. She was trying to take her mind off of him, however she would end up imagining him, in the strangest of ways.
Turning of the water, she grabbed the black towel that hung over the wall of the shower and wrapped it around her body, she got out and stood in front of the mirror looking into her reflection.
She couldn't even stare into her own eyes without having flashbacks, horrible memories filling her mind. Deep dark thoughts.
The bloodshot eyes that came before her. The ones she would always get lost in, but never in a good way.
She didn't even catch his name. But he was different she kept telling herself. He wasn't like the others. He didn't try and hurt her.
But maybe she was getting way too attached to a stranger, who she'd never ever meet again.
She pulled herself away from the mirror, from the eyes she found herself in and she walked into the room, the empty room.
She pulled her thick brown hair back into a bun, where it was well out of way. Makeup to her was a joke. She wasn't beautiful with it and definitely without. That was how she'd always seen herself anyways.
She'd always envied the "perfect" girls. Ones who'd had it so easy. So beautiful. The way they did things was effortlessly but it was so perfect.
Her apartment was always so quiet. The buzz outside soon ended as soon as she stepped through the door.
It had so much around it. But no life, almost empty and she sometimes laughed because she felt it resembled her so much.
Always a smile painted across her face, however empty voids on the inside waiting to be filled.
That was the problem wasn't it?
They weren't ever going to be filled. Just black holes. Things kept falling and falling until they turned into nothing.
It was 3pm. She grabbed her keys and head out of her apartment to face her depressingly boring job.
She disliked working in retail, mostly because all of her co workers were couples and they'd leave her to do everything while they couldn't keep their hands off of each other.
But fuck it, anyways who else was going to pay her bills?
She's tried her hardest to be happy, she'd done everything but it just wasn't for her. She wasn't worth it.
Worthless. Useless. Pathetic.
She'd had times in her life. Times where her smile was so wide, it could've cracked any minute.
Almost as if an artist had just perfected his work, however someone had to come and knock it down.
Like they said, all good things had to come to an end. Nothing good lasted. All of this propaganda shit. The world was a lie. Full of fakes.
"Ah Arya you're back"
It was one of her co workers. One she absolutely despised. Hate was a strong word, however for this whore it was acceptable.
Well I fucking work here. However she had to keep her thoughts to herself, and speaking her mind was something she wasn't able to do at work, she had to act fake, however that whore did that perfectly.
Come to think about it, everything about her was so unreal. She had to fake it at work but fake it everywhere. The only place she could be herself was in her head, she felt as if she was judged in her own four walls.
Even her name. Noble goddess was the meaning. To her it was pathetic. Why such a pretty name for a horrible person?
Every day of her life, she had to see the faces of people she hated. Sometimes she just wanted to run away, but the problem was she couldn't, she'd have to start all over, all from the bottom.
No one would care if she left, they'd only care about her when she was dead, all of the fake people showing their useless sympathy only when she was 6ft under.
She had herself. Sometimes she even wondered if she could trust the people in her head.
"Excuse me"
She stopped messing with the hem of the shirt she was now holding and she looked up, the words she used most often left her mouth.
"How can I help-"
She stopped. Her breathing hitched. Those same two eyes.
That same voice. The same everything. It was him.
"It's you..."
Erm sorry to leave yall on a cliffhanger don't hate me sksk. Anyways erm love ChalL and let me knooooowww how you feel. Seriously tho I love you all you MAKE MY DAY SKSIAWJIWNSKS and until next time gotta zayn🏃♀️
