Chapter 2 (Her)

People always hide their darkest secrets, but at the same time we long for someone to share them with.
Someone who can understand our pain, our suffering and our hope.
Someone who wouldn’t just sit there, pretending to listen while wondering how much longer you will cry.

We long for this one person who plays our heart strings, following a melody just known by ourselves.
Who would be our hope if the loneliness gets too much.
Who would read between the lines if the words get stuck in our throat.

I do enjoy a party, occasionally.
I like the music, the atmosphere of time limited fun, forcing you to enjoy it while you can.
But I hate the gossip, the pretending, the fake smiles, knowing that tomorrow everything will turn back to reality. And I despise the conversations filled with superficial charm.

My family got invited by an old friend and as opportunistic as my parents are, they made sure we presented our family in the best possible light.

The moment we arrived, I escaped to the dance floor. Knowing my parents would see it as me trying to meet new people, while, for me, it was a break from our loveless bound.

I could feel the moment he saw me. The gaze following my every movement. The prickling excitement coursing through my veins. He was the one person who could leave me breathless with his presence alone.

We spent the rest of the night in the garden. Just sitting next to each other enough to let me feel alive. And the moment we started talking I knew, that he now owned a part of my soul. A part I would never get back, even if I wanted to. Deep inside I hoped he would hold onto it forever.

But life is no fairy tale and time doesn’t stop, no matter how much you wish for it. The seconds ticking by, booming in the silence of your refugee. Grabbing your hand to pull you back to reality. The night had to end.

As I left the only things remaining our memories and a number on my phone.