21 + A MINT.

A Story by EleAkev

This was the very first thing I've writen in english.

I got a story.

I met a girl, she got a story.

I was in my way back home trying to figure out which dress will fit me better that night, she was in her way to nowhere trying to figure out which imaginary friend she was going to take with.

I lighted up a cigarette and her eyes started shinning.

I offered her one, she smiled me, lighted up too and started smoking as if nicotine were the misery's great cure.

She seemed so desesperated and vulnerable that I could barely smile her back trying just to hide how sorry I started to feel for her and then, I realised I couldn't help wondering how long had been there those dark circles under her eyes.

However, her first words take my questions off.

- Wanna hear a story, a sweet one?

>>I told to myself that I already had enough not-worth stories & I warned myself to remember how bad I get when I let sweetness enter in my mind but everything turned out pointless in the right moment I saw her eyes because they told me she was made of gold, the no-wanted kind.

-Sure - I said as I avoided her eyes. Of course there was a reason why that precious specimen, a good example of unfair's nature, was wasted and broken in the middle of the nothing with no one but me & honestly I wasn't in my Sherlock Holmes' days to want to find out which one that reason was.

She threw the cigarette butt on the floor and stared at the sky for about a minute.

- Do you got another one? - Finally she said.

& fastly my hand ran to give her my last cigarette - Damn me & my pleasing everyone complex! - I tought.

- So... What's the story then?

Her eyes came back to reality and she looked away as she started to talk.

- Sometimes is better to talk to someone who has nothing to do with the problem, isn't it? Every advice we give in life are based on our experience, on what we would do and sometimes on what benefit us. I'm not asking for advice anymore. There's nothing I can do now, but I need to let everything go out of my mind, I'm drowning in my own sorrows.

- Go ahead girl - I said, wondering why did I let myself get into this trouble.

- There's nothing I regret about, not a thing. However I know everything would be so different if the night I met him I had been in the place I belonged to. Yes, I met a man. He got a story but I didn't know so and therefore I felt the necessity of give him one, stupid me.

She took a deep breath & so did I.

- However, - She continued - to summ up, he fancied me, I didn't notice him, he insisted, he won. We kissed, we did it. I tried to run away but when I realised I ended up infront of him. He played my heart to the beat, I cried, I lost. I stood up, I walked away avoiding look back. I couldn't. He found me. Then we had two choices, let life win us or fight away the s**t that was killing us. Mind told me to go away, one whiskey and two kisses took us to the path of love. Yes, we still had forces to play. We played to love and I gotta accept we were quite good. We made this game our reality 'cause it felt so... - she slightly smiled- nice. We reached the clouds in the mornings, became invisible in the afternoons and ended up in the pleasure hell at nights, our nights.

>> I was sure she didn't speak more than 3 minutes but she made a clear picture of heaven inside my head.

- So, what went wrong then? - There's no heaven on earth anyway.

- When you take a game as reality, everything goes wrong, speacially when you actually put your feet on the floor, open your eyes and realises every game has an end, with a winner, and a loser, a loser like I am.

She stood up, kissed me slowly in my right cheek and walked away as if the wind were calling out her name back to the game, a new one, of course.

EleAkev

14th July 2011.