The room was dim, but not dark. The golden chandeliers hung from atop and gave the whole room a soft glow.
I could feel myself floating around the dance floor in Victor's arms. He was gentle. Barely even touching me. My mind drifts.
I remember coming back home after a night out with my friends. Normally my mama would be awake and cleaning something in the kitchen or sewing.
It was late though when I returned home. Probably around 2 in the morning. I didn't realize that mama wasn't waiting for me. I look inside the room and she was fast asleep. At least that what I thought.
I woke up the next morning, far too late to still be on time for work. I normally woke up to the sound of dishes clashing or the sewing machine rumbling.
That morning was silent though.
I take a deep breath and collect myself again as Victor cradled me in his arms across the dance floor. Despite how obnoxiously moody he was, he reminded my much of my mother.
It seems absurd, but it was true.
My mother dressed in a lot of dark colors, and her clothes were always pristine. Even though we had escaped to England, she still made sure we both shared a lavish life.
If my mama was here, she would know how to get me out of this situation.
At her funeral was the only time I had seen her wear brighter colors. She laid there silently, without a single word spoken. I was in denial. But this moment, snapped me to reality. It pierced me like a thousand knives.
I suddenly pull away. His touch was too comforting. Too haunting. It brought back too many memories. Although his fingers barely brushed over me, I couldn't accept it.
I needed it, but I didn't want it.
He looks at me confused while we stand there in the middle of the room. I stammer for words and nothing comes out. I look up at his face.
"I'm feeling a bit dizzy," I lie. He doesn't say anything. He simply looks around for a place for me to sit down.
He holds me steady so I don't tip over. The touch was so gentle. A touch with so much concern and care.
The whole room was moving and I stood still.
Even though I was next to Victor, the memory of my mama made me feel alone. Losing someone you love isn't easy.
Especially when you spend most of your life, searching for a paradise with them.
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