STARGIRL

44. Aeternum

Present

Ilya Petrovich had his long, lean body slumped against the grungy wall behind him.

Grabbing the lit cigarette from between his thin and freckled lips, he threw it onto the ground where he crushed it with his loafers.

She was inadvertently tugging at the bottom of his pants with her hand, and he couldn't help but look down at her.

His forehead innately furrowed itself with worry.

"We should get you home," His supercilious yet calm way of speaking made her feel even sicker.

She looked up at him and glared.

Vomit was visibly dripping from her chin and staining the corners of her lips, but all she wanted to do was tell him to shut the fuck up so she could continue her melodramatic scene in peace.

"Shut the-" Before she even had the chance to finish her vulgar sentence, more vomit had emitted itself from her mouth.

Ilya warmly chuckled, even if she was puking her guts out he found the scene rather hilarious, "You don't drink much do you?"

Stargirl shook her head.

She hovered over her vomit and felt that her stomach was finally empty of the alcohol.

She reminded herself why she never drank in the first place.

Using her core strength to raise herself up from the ground, she realized that the slit in her dress was exposing more than what she wanted.

She adjusted it while Ilya lit another cigarette and watched her.

He wasn't interested in any way, so it didn't bother her if he watched.

"Can you call me a cab?" She tiredly asked him as she slumped her back up against the wall Ilya was on.

He held his cigarette out for her, but she gently pushed his hand away to decline it.

"Are you okay?"

Stargirl scoffed at his question, "I'm fine."

He rubbed his forehead and pushed his hand upwards to keep the rusty red locks of his hair out of his face.

The world wasn't silent. There was still the noises coming from inside the party and then the loud music blaring through the hotel's speakers.

"Wanna talk about it?" He kindly offered her with a small smile on his face, "This is the last night we'll see each other."

Stargirl shifted her glossy gaze and fixed it onto his own.

"Ilya," She continued in a flat voice, "I'm heartbroken but, in a weird way."

"Well, what do you mean?" He was curious to see what she had to say.

"I mean, is it normal to feel heartbroken over someone you never actually loved?"

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Occurrens
Past
June 1st, 2017

Arabella was quietly scanning the men who were seated in front of her.

They were all speaking Italian, a language Arabella didn't understand at all. However, throughout it all, she kept an alluring smile on her face.

That night, as per her client's request, she was wearing a short red dress that fit her thin figure rather tightly. The dress was a size one although she was a respectable size two.