At sea .(2)

 

 When Mila opened her eyes, heavy soundwaves were gracefully  floating from one side of her brain to another. Looking around, she noticed she was no longer sitting at the bar. Instead Mila was laying down in a bedroom under messy pile of  wool blankets camouflaged with  a residue of familiar scent. Each greasy corner of yellow wallpaper was rolling its way to the center of the room. Paranoid, she stood up and began searching for her coat.

- Relax, it's hanging in the corridor.

It was the voice Mila heard right before she had passed out on the bar.

How does he know me? Where the hell am I? I wonder if I slept with him;suddenly her inner thoughts got interrupted.

- So is this what you do on your spare weekends now?

 She didn't answer, she couldn't. She just continued on staring at the stranger in front of her. He was tall and lanky, with small brown eyes and a shapely mouth. His unformulated jaw gave out his young age, which made Mila feel safer.

 Finally she replied

-Go out for drinks, or get  kidnapped? 

He chuckled.

- I've missed you these months, Mila.

 -Missed me?

-During the first semester I used to see you sitting on the steps in front of the library. I came  up and sat by you one day, but you angrily stood up, grabbed your textbooks and shuffled away.

 By now, Mila has gotten a clear taste of the air filling the room. She almost felt sorry for the boy standing in front of her. Mila knew that Karl is the victim this time, not her.

 - I didn't see a purpose in talking to you, and honestly I still don't.

- Goddamn it, you want to tell me that you  weren't a  bit trembled by all that happened between us?

Mila began recalling all the memories in her head. Long car rides, underage smoking, bizarre social gatherings, after-class love notes, hugs, bites and sloppy kisses all seemed to fade away  like a hot air balloon disappearing as a dusty spectacle into the sky. Although one specific moment, no matter how hard Mila tried to melt it away from her brain , that one  moment could never vanish. Wine nights at sea; the aftertaste of salty skin, warm whispers and  the counterfeit promises- this she remembered.  She began

-  You mean what never happened between us. I don't need any more deceptive words from you.

- What a language that you use!  I see that you've grown to be a woman over  this short time.

-I've always been one, you just never took notice of it. Instead you chewed on the mouths of those who fed your  eternal ego. 

(more to come)