Glorious Hate

Come and get it ft Ophelia

A wise man once said that you can't beat someone at their own game. In this case, Ryder is trying beat me at my own game.

Kindness? Kindness does not bring success unless it has motives behind it. The first lesson I learned from my father.

Ryder has been awfully kind to me but whoever cannot see the rotten intentions behind it; is blind enough to make an actual blind man be known as the demigod of sight.

I am not one confront until I have evidence so I will act as the calm sky before the storm.

"We should go back inside, it's getting cold out here." I say putting a distance between me and him after what seemed like decades of us dancing under the dazzling stars.

"Thank you for the dance." I just nod before I start walking back to the ballroom.

"So, that's it?" Ryder stops me on my trail demanding my attention which he succeeds in getting.

"What it?"

"You are just going to leave as if nothing happened?" What is he on about?

"Yes, I am going to leave because nothing happened."

"But we just shared a dance together." He says as he starts walking towards me.

"And?" I know what he is talking but it still makes no sense. We did share a dance but it didn't mean anything more that JUST a dance. Did he want it to mean something?

"Oh? Never mind, I see how it is." With that, he leaves me behind as he walks back into the ballroom. How ironic, I thought he was the one who was questioning my actions of leaving him behind.

Oh well...

After getting back into the ballroom, I try to avoid all these money oriented pests but we all know I didn't succeed in that department, so I decided to just leave an envelope with money anonymously in the donation box and decided to call it a night.

My driver was already waiting as he didn't leave so I just got in the car and he drove me back to my house.

When we arrived, I removed my disguise only to be left with a completely different reflection starring at me in the mirror.

A broken masterpiece starring back at me.

"Success doesn't come by just being intelligent, beauty is the key to everything." My father used to say.

My brown eyes and black hair are just boring. They aren't good enough to have gotten me where I am. Everyone has got them that's why I wear a disguise to be a little bit different because being a black woman with common features would be the downfall of my success but a black woman with blonde hair and green eyes? That's a miracle.

Ignoring my thoughts, I go and check my phone for any emails as I sit on my bed. Instead of emails, a text message catches my eye because not many people have my phone number.

Unknown number: It's great that I am not significant enough for you to tell me that you were leaving. I wanted to give you something.

Without even having to ask, I already know who sent me that text, only one person in my life can't take a hint that I have no interest at all in getting to know them. Weirdly, a smile graces my lips as I re-read the text.

Ophelia: What is it that you wanted to give me?

Unknown number: do you even know who you are talking to? What if I am a serial killer?

Ophelia: Then you wouldn't have told me.

Unknown number: why do you always have to be right? And you will find out what I wanted to give you next to me we meet each other.

Ophelia: do you mean next time you will visit me?

Unknown number: either way we are going to meet. ;)

Ophelia: go to sleep.

Unknown number: not until you give me a kiss.

Ophelia: come and get it.

He leaves me on read so I decide to lay on my bed and darkness soon consumes my whole being.