Drown
771 Words
Let me calm myself right now, for who knows what surprise next moment brings.
As soon as the door opened he rushed in a blink of an eye. Still no manners.
His walk was so fast and mine slow, intentionally.
In mirror, don't I look beautiful?
My eyes, makeup all on spot, yet he doesn't remember me. Was I that casual fling to forget about? Maybe I was.
Overlapping my lipstick with another thin coat of it, making the collars of my dress in a perfect shape and checking up the last touch up, on viewing it from close my skin seems so dull.
No problem I am still pretty in my eyes or maybe my mothers eye.
I returned to that hall. There was a host introducing the chief heads of all department and thanking them for there presence. And this time did I see it wrong?
There were boys and girls entering who were handsome as hell level beautiful. They had a performance.
Some more people entered from opposite side this time with wine, whisky, beer and other kind of alcohols in trays.
The performance, no, correction performances started and trust me when I say they were damn cool, showing stunts, dance, some singing, some flirting, many people were taken to that huge stage which covered almost one fourth of the hall. Some were dancing down.
Everyone started showing their bottom line of fake courtesy and cold attitute.
Trust me I won't be surprised if someone says he or she has worked more than half of their life for this company, because this was worth it.
But I am not even their employee nor anyone knows me. I stayed at side waiting someone known would spot me and ask me to join in their circle but no.
I am so lonely I see.
Unknown in someone elses workplace is a justified reasoning in itself.
I headed over to food where a person could stand alone without feeling awkward.
And Stop! My dress just got stuck from somewhere near the waist and I heard a small sound.
Shit! I closed my eyes tightly before making a weird face, because if it got tore from somewhere where I think it is, my impression would tear along with this.
I don't want to be a laughing piece though this situation is, where a person should pity. I slowly started to turn my face but being froze at that place.
But before I could turn it, there was a jean jacket over my shoulder and a hand turned my face to the front again. The movement was so swift and perfectly timed.
The winter jacket put on my shoulder with both hands and then one hand near my neck and another on my chin pushing my face forward was it to be described in detail.
“Never-look-back” the voice was masculine.
He moved to face me this time and adjusted that coat on me.
“Who wears it makes it beautiful.” he said. There was a smile on his face. Something sting somewhere but I could not put my finger on it. It ached or it was a pinch I do not know.
“Do not check your dress until you reach home. Once you turn, your vibes will turn bad. I mean it.”
His stare was quite serious and I knew what he meant. Once I turn to check my dress the eyes on me would notice and understand what is wrong. And when I notice what happened to my dress I might feel embarrassed and turn down everyones mood who are near me or with me.
I nodded in agreement.
He too nodded and started walking way with a smile.
It was so beautiful smile with dimples and those grey brown eyes. When he was adjusting my coat from front I could not help but notice his sleek think fingers, creaseless and wrinkleless fair hands and the way they moved like a rhythm . His hands had too less hair, like he waxes every now and then. The pain ouch!
I could not help but stare at the the flawless flow of his every movement when he walked,when he walked, when he smiled. As soon as he took three steps to leave me, he walked the same steps backward and was staring at me again.
He is the same boy.
The one from the lift, today mornings speech, and here again.
“How are you?” he asked.
Why does he remember me.
“Are you good?"
Why talk to me?
"And happy?"
I am not that forgettable.
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