What we share is indescribable. He touches me like I am the last living person on Earth, or as if I am his only source of oxygen. It took me 28 years to figure out who I am, and where I belong. It took him 28 minutes to figure out how desperate I was to fall head over heels for a man, any man.
We sat in the lobby of a diamond plated hotel. Him, adjusting his navy coloured tie. Me, noticing the curl of his lips when he says the letters L, and O, and S, and T. Me, noticing the thick silver band on his ring finger but thinking nothing of it.
I let this man convince me that he was mine, that I belonged to him. I always noticed the redness in his tired looking face when the name "Sarah" popped up on his phone screen. Him, sighing, stepping away from my naked body to deal with whoever Sarah is. A sister? A colleague? A wife..? Me, standing there feeling hopeless but he comes back to me with a renewed smile and an invisible pencil. He traces the letters of his name on my chest, and I become unhinged.
28 days later, the man who owns me finally shows me his residence. A brown three story house built for two. In the master bedroom, a woman's perfume is on the bedside table. "I don't need this", I tell myself. "I don't need to think about this". I slip beneath the covers with him and he shows me for the last time who's girl I am.
Until a fire breaks through the door. She is redheaded and amber eyed and she is burning bright with anger. She is Sarah, my conscious screams as the man leaves the bed nonchalantly, as if he'd known this would happen, and my heart sinks. Sarah shoves past him, screaming the question I thought I had an answer to. "Who the hell are you!?".
I thought I was his... He turns around, and for the last time I see the curl of his lips when he says the letters L, and O, and S, and T.
"Get lost."
And I do as I'm told, in less than 28 seconds.