Vanilla Twilight (chp.1)

Chapter 1
" Memories just don't fade away as it stays in you for as long as you wanted it to be.. "

Spacing out to the ceiling as I tried to shut my eyes tight from the beauty of the night and drown myself in dreams for I’ll be meeting you there. Each and every night, I can only picture you lying next to me, with your muscular arms wrapped tightly around me as if you would never let me go. But it all changes now, you have let me to go on my own.

On that lonely night, I locked myself in our favourite place to stay in, that little but luxurious apartment you kindly asked me to move in with you, only because I wouldn’t want to face the dark and cold atmosphere outside without you by my side.

The black vintage dress embroidered with black lace is slipped down from my torso as I reached for my silky satin bathrobe. Next to mine, on the hang-stand is his, hanging nicely untouched by him. Inside of me, I feel like I want to rip his bathrobe into pieces just to let our memories fade away. But I couldn’t just let those precious memories of us be gone, turning itself into dust as it was blown little by little by the heavy wind, I just couldn’t.

The cold shower didn’t help me much on going through this phase of painful sorrow that is trapped within me. I shed thousand of tears more than the water pouring down the shower, instead and no one was able to wipe my one litre of tears as it was being washed away too quickly with the water flow. In fact, there was not even a single soul there and he, who I thought could be my savoir of all time, couldn’t possibly show up at that miserable scene. That burns my whole heart even more. Empty, everything in me seems to be empty. I was blanked out with no feelings right after I let out a vast amount of clear crystal water fluid through my eyes. I dried my long chic-straight hair with that one dyer which I always fought over with him to use it.
The little drying machine made a sound, like the effects of the wind blowing as I gently comb my hair from the beginning part of the root to the very end of the tip while facing myself to the huge dressing mirror on the dry section of our bathroom.

“5 minutes passed, my turn!” That 6 feet tall guy grabbed the dryer even before I could fully dry my not-so-thick hair. He then, pulled a ‘nil sense of guilt’ face, not feeling guilty at all just happily use the hair dryer to let his wet jet-black sexy haircut back in shape.

“Hey, I’m not done with that! Gimme back! ” I steal away the switched on dryer back from his hand.
“How dare of you to steal that dryer away from me?” He stared at me with an angry look on his face, all covered with his wet hair which made him look as sexy as hell.

I ignored his dramatic act because I knew he wasn’t actually mad and what the hell? He stole it from me first! “Ouuuu..like I’m so scared of you!” I faked a terrified face expression and continued with my unfinished hair-drying session. You know, it’s just so hard to deal with this kind of interruption especially if it’s from a very stunning guy who practically bugs you for a playful reason. I didn’t say I dislike it, oh how I like it so much, indeed!

He just stared at me with that so-called angry look still etched upon his face and his next action was folding his arms while tapping his feet like he was waiting for me to give in.

I played along, didn’t bother a single thing on his reaction and well, let’s just say, I kinda enjoyed watching him in the mirror reflection. A gorgeous young lad who was standing by me, half naked with having only a plain white towel hanging around his pelvic bones, covering the explicit bottom part of his stick figure body. At the same time, my eyes couldn’t stop admiring his revealing sexy tattoos carved on his body. What more? With those dazzling pair of chestnut brown eyes gazed right into you, creating a piercing alluring stare. Oh boy, of course I wouldn’t mind to let him be frozen on that spot for a few hours or so.

But too bad, he could sense the game I was playing very well and his solution was simple, pulled the wire from the socket which drives me mad for a sec and making me blabbing all the way. Another action was taken just to avoid his ears being fed with the sound disturbance produced by me, he scooped me out from the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the hair dryer and one hair-drying pleasure served only for him with a peaceful atmosphere, free from Annika’s mouth talking noise. “I hate you, Bill!” I yelled at the shut tight door.
I found myself sitting on the carpet floor and there was one upside down smiley on my face, all thanks to him. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opens out he came to approach his upset lover. “Baby, I was just playing around.” Bent down to me, he went and he lifted up my chin to have an eye to eye, facing directly to my angelic face. My eyes searched deep into his, he gave me a vision of his sincerity and honesty of love towards me.

I stretched a smile to him showing a sign to forgive his silly fooling around trick with me. “Oh how I’m gonna miss that..”, I said to my heart while still having the same exact smile on my face in the mirror and obviously that one smile is paired up with a drop of tear fall off right from my brown eyes.


to be continued..