Darian

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How long has it been? About 5 years since I last saw her. I try to block that night out but my mind keeps going back as I stare at my glass of bourbon. Why did I text her? What am I doing here? What do I hope to accomplish?

Everything that happened that night I deserved it. It wasn't my proudest moment and even though we aren't meant for each other I can't shake her. We are fire and gasoline and like a moth I am drawn to the flames. It's been 5 years. Has she moved on? Is she happy? The truth is I didn't care.

Liv's Diner, I heard this was her spot and here I am waiting. Hoping to see her while thinking how pathetic I was. Only a handful of people and there she was at the door. She scoured the room before walking in.

I was in the far corner masked by darkness. Eyes fixated catching every movement, every breath like a vampire stalking its prey.

She sat in another far corner drinking her shake and gazing outside. I gulped the last of my bourbon and walked over slowly switching to my carefree, wolffish persona- my mask and I said "Hi" all the while thinking she is still everything I remembered.

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