Happy Halloween!
Baliey’s caramellized on desirable lips, bodies moving in the milling crowd, smell of perfumes and sweat, cocktails raised high.
I was slurping my Metropolitain when our eyes met.
He was sitting on a beige chesterfield, black silk t-shirt sticking to his caramel chest. Ink-black mops of hair falling slightly, shiny eyes, irresistible, wide smile on his kinky face.
I knew it was him. I knew.
A short greeting; warm and shameful. We were dancing in the crowd, leaning against each other. A familiar shiver down my spine; I knew that feeling and welcomed it with a half-smile, blushing.
He was soft, warm and very close. As always. He understood me without words; my eyes told him that I still have some undeniable loathing towards what he can give. He pulled closer, our skin brushing. I closed my eyes and another face appeared; the face of a Dream. In that moment, the Dream was embracing my hips, his warm breath silkened on my skin. I opened my eyes and the spell on me was broken.
Damn – I whispered, shaking. His eyelids parted slowly. I knew he was thinking about her. I did not blame him. I was thinking about the Dream in exchange. We were both miserably lost in a world full of cruel games and sacrifice; the only thing counted was the time we could spend alone with someone far enough from reality. We used each other in a way.
- Next time… please, tell me if there’s gonna be next time… – I inhaled his fragrance softly.
- I’ll call you – he was smiling as always but this time his smile was clouded by dark waves of bitterness. I knew it hurt so bad… I felt the same way.
We parted after a last, warm embrace and the illusion created by the other was fading with every second. Acridity took over.
You have to get used to it, if you play with the idea of being or having a supplement.
Jessica Brooklyn Vicious
