Bohemian Rhapsody |H.S|

The Bohemian

A girl in a black dress, dirty converse, a pair of sunglasses and a cigarette on her mouth was walking down the street at three in the morning on a cold night.

Her thoughts were a mess, just like her hair. A big headache was beginning to make an appearance, and she blamed it all on the liquor she drank that night — many beers, many shots and a glass of water. She didn't want to face her reality.

Her secrets intoxicated her more than she ever thought. Guilt took her to a very dark place, and her life turned into an eternal hurricane that threw her into a very lonely and chaotic life.

She became numb; she became a heartless bitch, and nobody blamed Love Ace for this.

Love... she really despised the name her mother had given her.

Walking down the block, drunk out of her mind, she decided to walk into a bar that was still open. The soft tunes of a guitar and the pound of the drums were beginning to echo through the small establishment. A melodic voice started singing the first lyrics of an old FleetWood Mac song.

A man dressing fully in black was singing the song on the little improvised stage. Brown messy curls and black nails was all she could see. His eyes were closed concentrating on singing the song and hers couldn't move away from him.

Love decided to drink another beer, and asking the bartender —who totally ignored her obvious drunken state — she took place on the far left corner of the bar.

"Run in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies"

Love closed her eyes, drank a sip of her beer, and when she swallowed it she felt her demons hiding away —just this time—, she heard them say. Music was all that was left to listen to.

Joy found its way to her chest. There was a vague memory that was pushed by her, but even after that, the feeling didn't leave.

Fairytales and cliché's were something Love despised. She felt very stupid for feeling joy, thanks to this man's voice, but then again, her mind was a mess, and she was drunk, so she allowed herself feel that joy, even if it was on a circumstance like this one, on a night like this one.

Opening her eyes, she looked back at the stage, at the man that was singing.

What a beautiful song. Heartbreaking, but beautiful.

What a beautiful voice. It communicated a sad feeling but felt like a lullaby.

When the song was over, the man and the band said their goodbyes and left the stage. Love could see them packing up their instruments and leaving the establishment in silence, as if they were never there.

She could only think about the voice of the stranger.

The bartender snapped her out of her thoughts telling her the bar would close in the next ten minutes, and after drinking in one sip the rest of her beer, she paid and left from the same door she went in; a different direction of where the band left minutes earlier.

It was a very dark and cold night, too cold for a late night in a city like Miami, but Love's joy kept her warm enough, so she began to hum the song on repeat. She lit another cigarette.

Outside of her bedroom door, she couldn't help but only stare at it. She knew that, once she entered, all the joy she felt would leave and her demons would be back.

That night turned out to be so much worse than she would have expected.