Aesthetic short stories

to dance alone

I take a long sip of whiskey, throat burning with it's firery taste. I set the glass bottle down, curling my lips. All alone in my living room, nothing but a dim fire in the fireplace glowing in the dark. A red slip on dress hugging my body, black stockings on my legs. My hair short and curled, make up on. I did all this even though i went nowhere, i just stayed home.

No one to go out with, no friends to drink and party with. All of that gone. No since on dwelling on it, but i can't seem to shake the lonely away.  Not ever since the love my life left..

I arise from my seat, and wrap my arms around me, as if im dancing with someone. Legs move in a pattern unknown, making up steps as i gracefully dance with no one. A cold tear sliding down my cheek as i sway side to side. Hugging my hips loosely, like they use to do.

A lover that got away.

Crackles of the fire fill the silent room, my head plays a supercut of us. A short film of memories i can't drown with whiskey, they just seem more prominent when i drink.

The smell of their perfume, taste of the coffee we always drank together. So sweet, topped with whipped cream and little sprinkles. Sitting at the round table, over sized shirts on and baggy pants, hair a mess. Cold hands holding a cup of warm coffee their eye's wondering into my soul. Small talk and mentions of what we wanted to do that day, like painting or shopping for things we dont need.

Sunshine pours from the window leaving streaks of yellow to color the small kitchen. Yet, the simple bright color of joy always complimented lover's personality. Happy, and warm. Brings a sense of life to anyone and anything making everything so fun to do.

Oh how she missed lover's way of making things fun. Anything they did together seemed to easy and simple but now it's dark and hard.

Taking a shower with lover, making hair styles using soap. Kisses trailing down her body, soft moans with pink blushes. An aura of calm validated her when she was with lover..

Showers these days are sad. Gray drops of water and kisses replaced with bruises.

The girl swaying alone falls to the floor, and lays in a dramatic position. Limbs sprawled across the carpet tears sliding down her face still.

Darkness creeps up on her, covering her like a blanket.

But instead of warmth, it was cold. So very cold.