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Submitted by ScotchTape (View user info) at 2006-02-25 02:36:13 EST
It is a mild, quiet night in early autumn. I look out from the balcony to the dimly lit streets below, following the sounds of a couple passing along the other side of the street. I can tell by the way they are dressed they are just coming back from a nice romantic dinner. I watch them walk with an air in their step, laughing, arms linked together for warmth and added body contact. They are obviously smitten with each other, meaning that they haven't been together for very long. I picture their whole night as if it were a movie in my head.
He probably picked her up at her apartment with a flower, to be sweet and endearing, and they took a short cab ride to a quaint Italian restaurant. They probably had a sparkling conversation over pasta, bread dipped in olive oil, and red wine. Just like any other date, he would say something funny, she would laugh, her eyes twinkling like the small candle set romantically in the middle of their table. After dinner, they probably went to get some coffee, or maybe more drinks, and strolled through the park, taking the long walk home.
And when they make it back to the door of her apartment, she'll stop at the door and turn around. She'll pause, lean her hip slightly to one side, arching her back ever so slightly, ready to fall into him should he try to kiss her, and turn her head up to him. He'll make eye contact and she'll look down a bit, then back up, being coy. They'll tell each other that they had a great time, and he'll swoop in with a kiss. It will be sweet, sensitive, his hands slipping behind her to the small of her back as their lips gently press together. The kiss will be everything she wanted, and it will get more impassioned as she asks him to come inside. Next thing she knows, she wakes up alone and naked in her bed, he's gone, he left a note saying he had a great time and he'll call her, but he won't, and she'll stress and cry about it, feeling cheap and used, until she finds someone else.
As the couple turns out of sight, I sigh and take a long drag from my cigarette. I know deep down that probably wouldn't happen to them. 'Not exactly, anyway.'
A breeze cruises by, brushing across the bare skin of my thighs under my white satin robe. I clutch the robe tighter around my waist as I take one last drag from my cigarette, the burning tip casting a faint red glow. I put it out, flicking the butt down to the street three stories below me, then turn around and walk inside to get away from the cold breeze. I slink into the bedroom, closing the sliding glass door quietly behind me, and I proceed to slowly move through the dark room lit only by the full moon and the street lights that made their way in. As I pass through, stepping over the two sets of dark clothes strewn on the pale white carpeted floor, I pause and listen to make sure Andrew is sleeping. I look over at him lying on the bed, the white down comforter resting across the top of his masculine build, only his head and his left arm exposed to the night. He appeared to be in that deep post-coital slumber. 'Probably dreaming about her', I think to myself, continuing on my way out to the living room.
Walking through the hallway, I stop into the bathroom to take a look into the mirror. I don't know what it is I'm looking for. 'Don't lie to yourself, Katherine. You know what you want to see.' Oh, right, maybe a smile, a glow of satisfaction, that aura of sexy confidence we are supposed to have when we know that we came, we saw, we conquered, 'not in that order of course.' But I didn't see that. I only saw dark brown hair loosely tossed into a bun, slightly smudged black eyeliner, pale cheeks, and lips, still lightly stained from red wine, and nothing much more. Except for my eyes, my deep green eyes where I saw that familiar look. The same look that they all have when they talk about the woman they just lost, the one they couldn't have, the same reasons why I seem to find them. 'This is what a seductress looks like?' I am not supposed to have that. I am the island, the rock, the woman who doesn't need anyone to complete her. 'Liar.'
I walk out of the bathroom to the bar at the edge of the living room, picking up the bottle of wine, still half full. I stare at it for a second, before placing it back down and grabbing the bottle of scotch from the shelf. 'Daddy would be proud,' I think chuckling to myself, and I walk over and fall into the overstuffed cream colored couch in the center of the living room. The logs in the fireplace have died out, no longer bright orange red, but now dull smoldering black covered in white ash. 'It was cozy while it lasted.' I sit for awhile sipping my drink, feeling my insides warm and my outside tingle, and all of a sudden I feel drained. A single tear rolls down my cheek. 'Now where did that come from? Don't do this, Katherine. You are strong, independent. Who cares that they never care about you?' I look back towards the bedroom, where Andrew lies peacefully, not knowing anything.
I came across him like I do all the others, in restaurants, bars, clubs, on the street. I was attracted to him, so I approached to settle the curiosity. It started off as a great conversation, then an exchange of numbers. He called me; they are always the one to call me, hoping to find something in me they can use to substitute what they can't have. In Andrew's case, he had his heartbroken. Three months ago, she broke off their engagement to pursue her career. Hearing this, I was not surprised. 'Of course he isn't any different. They are always the same.' After that it was going through the motions. We had a date and I brought him back here. We had more conversation and we had sex. And tomorrow he'll leave and I won't hear from him again, until he feels the urge, and he remembers how great I was. That's what they always tell me when they call back.
'I'm not good enough for them to want to be with me, but I'm good enough to be their personal whore.'
I turn back to my drink. 'Toughen up, Katherine. You don't show weakness. You have your hard shell. You don't need them.'
"But I do," I whisper through the lump in my throat. It kills me, they never get it. For the night, I fall for them, and in the morning I wake up and I'm alone once again, but at least I had something for a short time. With tears streaming down my face, I look down at my own body. This is all I have, and I give it all. This must be who I am, or else I'm lost.
I finish off my drink, forcing back my emotions, and walk back into the room. I drop my robe on the floor, exposing myself to the sleeping man. I slide into the red satin sheets and press my body against his. I pull his arm around me and feel the warmth and strength of his being embrace me. I'm in love, but they never know.
User Reviews
Submitted by r0fl (user info) at 2006-02-28 17:18:26 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Aparently you like zombies. If you've got spare time, check this series out:
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Submitted by simple_catalyst (user info) at 2006-02-27 00:23:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by AshK (user info) at 2006-02-26 15:09:02 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
I really enjoyed the story, but the tense kept switching from line to line.
Good luck with a title.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-02-26 06:59:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I'll give the title idea some thought.
Submitted by r0fl (user info) at 2006-02-25 23:06:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Similar writing styles, you and I. I encourage you to read some of them. I'll keep my eye out for you.
Submitted by ScotchTape (user info) at 2006-02-25 22:33:00 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by Kaelic (user info) at 2006-02-25 22:10:52 (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it. Is it a true story?
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Not really, I kind of came up with it based on true events and feelings I had because of said events.
Submitted by Kaelic (user info) at 2006-02-25 22:10:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it. Is it a true story?
Submitted by ScottPeterson (user info) at 2006-02-25 07:01:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
i am fucking toast..
here's a two to be on the safe ide till tomorrow
Submitted by Unabonger (user info) at 2006-02-25 06:27:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
call it "WTF I'm not reading all that!"
+2 because I'm hungover and it's early.
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-02-25 05:14:16 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I Really enjoyed reading this and for a first post I thought this to be great. I did however find it a bit hard at times to follow the story. For example at times it seemed you were talking about the present and then I was thrown for a loop because in the next paragraph you were someplace else. But I'm not a good writer so my feedback probably wouldn't help you. Anyway it is really early in CT and I should go to bed now.
Good post though so keep up the good work.
Submitted by ScotchTape (user info) at 2006-02-25 03:43:35 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by Phate (user info) at 2006-02-25 02:45:34 (#)
Ranking: 2
Title Suggestion :
"WTF? You're not reading all this"
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Hahaha, thanks. Consider it noted...
Submitted by Ferretnose (user info) at 2006-02-25 02:53:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Nice.
Submitted by Phate (user info) at 2006-02-25 02:45:34 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Title Suggestion :
"WTF? You're not reading all this"