The door was locked and other short stories

The Door was Locked

The door was locked. I tried again to open those large glass doors, but they wouldn't budge. Screw it, I said to myself and I sat down on the ground in front of them. I was late, they already closed up for tonight. Usually they closed up much later, but maybe today was a holiday or something, I couldn't remember. All of these days just blended together where some were colorful and some were the darkest shade of black, and now all they were was just gray. I started to curse myself to oblivion, how could I come late, I will have to stay here all night just to see my love. Oh the thought about her was the only light that shined through during these grey days. Right after work I came here, right before these doors, just to see her, just for some time, of course, not everyday she worked, sometimes I had to look at her friend who even if I liked in one way or the other, she wasn't like me one true love. She didn't have that special something, that made her to glow among the sea of mediocrity. Every day I saw her, I couldn't help but smile, her delicate little curves as designed by gods, and by god I loved to hold them in my hands. She wasn't all like the others, slim and expensive, and how I despised the slim ones. Yes, one would have fun with them but for how long, I ask? Not long, that's for sure. They would be only by mere hour of me having fun with them, and nothing but regret would fill one's soul, instead of the feeling of the sweetest and highest ecstasy. I was once like those fancy men, snobbish and too proud of myself, only going around those slim and expensive, playing modest, playing like I had class, but I can't pretend anymore. I can't and I don't want to pretend that the thicker ones aren't superior. Sure, it takes more effort to pick them up and down, but they will let you have a go at them for hours, if not the whole night. As was mine, oh she was a real beauty, she was bright white as the morning snow, and as ginger as aged wood. She came all the way from Scotland, that Darnley's girl and every drop of hers gave me energy to conquer the whole world. When I saw her the first time I knew she would be the one and religiously I would come there, in front of her and just let her open up. Its was magical every new day, it was a different adventure with her. I didn't mind in the slightest to sit here for the rest of the night, it was 3 hours until they opened anyways, so a little reflection on the stairs wouldn't harm anyone. I know when the door opened there would be another great memory to be lived with her, but as any lovers story, even this one has its antagonist. This evil, absolutely despicable human being was her boss. He wouldn't let me see her every time it got interesting with her. You are scaring the customers, you should go home already, he always yapped on and on. If I was less of a man, I swear I would show that guy my two bear fist and mopped the floor with his ugly face. Oh how i hate him and seeing him only made me want to just run away with her, somewhere where no one would find us and we could just be by ourselves. This I couldn't do unfortunately. She gave me the hope that I am not a complete failure, when I started to pity myself or show self hatred, she would be there to cheer me up. No matter how many times I got my dreams crushed, no matter how many times some girl turned me down, she was there lifting me up from the darkest pits of this godforsaken world. Many times I thought if god really hated us so much to put us into this misery and pure pain of life, or if that sick bastard enjoyed it. Seeing his creation running around like headless chicken just trying to chase a modicum of happiness, and having to lose it in a second. When I started to think about this, a great hatred consumed my heart. When this happened she was there to talk me out of it. Maybe he wasn't in control as much as we are in control. If and only if we change our ways, and actually do something with our lives, then we could be happy. But I was happy right here beside her. Unlike anyone I have ever met, she never blamed me for the mess that I was in. She blamed everyone else around me, and the environment that I was in. This made me happy even if just by a small bit. It felt good and reassuring to know, it isn't your fault, but someone else's. This was a moment of great energy, where I would make plans to do everything I have ever wanted, but sadly it was always short lived and that feeling of ambition and pure euphoria never left the room, even if I had to. I heard the keys enter the keyholes and all the locks slowly started opening. Sweet mother of god, here I come for you, my beloved.

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The young man chased through the door right on his usual stool on the bar, sat down and patiently waited for the barman to give him his usual, Darnley's gin.