She whispered as she stared him in the eyes and said with discontent, “I don’t know if this is loneliness or my heart ripping out of my chest”, he laughed and said “You’d need a heart to begin with” as he handed her a drink and sighed with content.
He watched the light fall onto her shoulders with a soft glow and attempted to remember the last time he felt her scent close to him.
She felt his eyes on her and swayed the back of her neck gently looking at him through the corner of her eyes.
She was quite the sly little fox when it came to drawing him in.
“Look at her, talking to that imbecile. She thinks she’ll find another man like me. It’s actually quite amusing.” he mumbled under his breath as he approached the bar with disgust. “I need another martini, and keep them coming.”
She saw him head towards the bar and knew instantly what his plans for the night had become. He always found the curves of a bottle more enticing than the curves of her own body. She knew this scenario all too well. He would stumble vigorously toward her and murmur some irrefutable catch phrase that she’d hear for the thousandth time and then beg her to come home with him.
Tonight would be different.
She would be the one to stumble.
Right into the arms of another man.
It would ease his mind if he hated her.
It would ease his heart if she became imperfect.
And it would ease his body if she became nothing more than a memory.
“I have a studio apartment, we can have some wine over there if you’d like.”
The man plead his case, just as they all did.
The two walked past the bar as they left, and for the last time her eyes met his.
He watched the sparkles of her dress sway past him, the shadow of her spine running down her back.
He remembered her every sound, word, and touch.
Just as the alcohol in his drink had disappeared, so had she.
“One more martini for this gentleman please.”
He attempted to say something as she ordered another drink for him but she raised a finger to his lips and whispered into his right ear,
“Hush now, don’t explain.”
He stood there infuriated, but frozen.
She puckered her lips and stepped away softly, yet gallantly.
Just as the glass in front of him, she left him alone and empty.
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