Timeless Ache {Dirk x Damara}

Chapter 1 ~ Pour Me Another Drink

A bar. A few drunken bastards. A mostly empty glass of a cocktail.

These were not the things that led into a 'Happily Ever After' story. But then, when did life ever truly end in a 'happily ever after'?

Damara Megido was not a girl of fairy tales. She was not one to wish the taste of Prince Charming upon her lips, nor was she one to wait by the window, watching for her knight in shining armor. She did not believe in such childish things, even as much as she sometimes wished to. No, instead she wasted her life away sitting at bars and going to clubs, waiting for some dizzy dolt to come stumbling her way.

Ebony curls framed the frail features of her face. The palest of maroon made up her wide, innocent doe eyes that splayed long lashes across her round cheeks. Her nose was a button, her lips drenched in the deepest rose red and her skin lavished in a smooth grey. She was small - fragile it seemed. Her waist size was one too small of healthy, her chest nearly flat though forced to appear larger with the help of a push-up bra. She donned the skimpiest red outfit that held the strangest similarity to that of a school girl's, and she sat with crossed legs on a stool at the bar.

So What by Pink! echoed around the room. Her eyes were downcast despite the laughter that surrounded her. People were cheering and having good times among themselves, and there she was, an outcast from the crowd. It wasn't like her. Normally, she would be out dancing against some dude until he swept her back to his place for a one-night-swing. Now, she stared down into the pink liquid at the bottom of her glass before downing the last bit.

Her friends would have asked her if she was sick or if she was upset, but she didn't have any friends. Damara was the type to isolate herself from attachments, no matter the kind. Friends, family, possible significant others - they could all forget it. Ever since she'd had those incidents with her so-called 'friends', she had never been the same.

"You've been acting strangely. Are mew okay?"

"Hey, doll, ya know I didn't mean to. I'm sorry, okay? I made a mistake."

"I told you! Ain't nobody gonna love a shellfish little krill like you!"

"Sorry to hear what happened to ya, sis. People just ain't up an friendly like they used to be."

Her eyes closed, air filling her lungs as she breathed in deep. Careful fingers pushed away her empty glass, arms folding on top of the table before her head lowered into the cradle they made. She couldn't stop the numb feeling that spread throughout her limbs and wrapped around her bloodpusher. It might of hurt for someone else, but the aching of her isolation had long since vanished.

Sometimes she wondered if existing here was even worth the trouble. If there was no one to care enough for her, what would happen if she one day just... disappeared? Obviously she could never go through with such a ridiculous thought, otherwise she wouldn't be sitting there as she was.

The Aries slowly pulled herself back up, looking around for the bartender. Her lips parted to speak, but before she could find her voice-

"'Nother cocktail over here, and a beer as well!"

Her gaze shifted immediately to the southern accent that emitted from the seat next to her. She hadn't recalled anyone being there before. Her eyes widened a tad when she registered the figure that had ordered.