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One More Night

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"There's still one whole month before the wedding" Elena whined to Caroline. She was lying on her bed wrapped up in her quilt her mum made her years ago. She didn't want to get out of bed. Her bed was her sanctuary ; the only place where she allowed her dreams to possess her, the only place where she can allow her silent laughs to escape , Her pillows where the only place where she can cry into every night. Lying on the bed doing nothing has become one of Elena's favourite activities lately. This was not her. She always thought to herself. She didn't know anymore who was she or who she is right now. She didn't know what she wanted or what she wants. She was taking a huge step in her life as she was about to share her life with someone who is supposed to cherish her forever and yet she felt nothing but emptiness. She could put on a great smile and fool everyone she's never been happier but this entire act would usually crumble in front of Caroline.

"You haven't gone out for a week, I don't care I'm so giving you this bachelorette party. We're gonna go out, get drunk and dance till we drop!" Caroline told Elena while throwing away the quilt from her and dragging her to the toilet. "Do they even do it for girls Caroline seriously?! Come on why can't we have a girls' night and that's it?" Elena whined again. Elena wasn't ready even to meet anyone but yet she was ready to tolerate a night in instead of Caroline dragging her again. But Caroline will always be Caroline the only one able to get her out of this mess. "I didn't hear that. You. Me. Bonnie. Rose. Lexi. Are gonna rock tonight. And No I don't wanna hear one more No Elena you get ready NOW" Caroline simply ordered knowing her friend will simply agree and that what happened. In 15 minutes, Elena was all dressed up with her hair done and her fake smile plastered on her face that even Caroline fell for it.

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The bar was too crowded with different people; high school guys who want to impress their girls, first loves, adults who want to drown their own sorrow in the shots they drink, old ones who have lost someone and waiting for their turn to come. Many people were on the dance floor swaying their bodies to the loud music. You never know if they're happy or sad, you'll never know if they're dancing to the rhythm of their pain. Every one of them had a story kept deep inside; every one of them had feelings bottled up inside him. It's never easy to forget all your sadness but at least for few hours those people decided to forget them. Soon, the girls hit the dance floor. Elena joined them for a while. She danced so hard trying to exhaust herself. She was doing her best to look truly happy; to look like that girl who had found her soul mate and was about to get married in one month. The more she thought about how close is it the more she thought about getting drunk tonight. She squeezed her way out to get herself a couple of shots and that's when her whole world stopped.

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There he was behind the bar serving everyone pouring them glasses to drown their misery. She didn't get what was happening. He noticed her stumbling from the dance floor and he didn't remove his eyes from her. She could feel them all the way. His green piercing eyes; she couldn't look straight into them and yet she wanted to look into them forever. His eyes were telling her a story already; a story she died to know, a story she would give everything to be a part of her. He looked at her like he knew her, like he knew all her history all her pain. She felt he could take it all away. She was drown to where he stood and kept gazing for minutes until he had to broke the pull force that connected them for a moment.

"Tough night?" he asked with a familiar concern as if he knew her. No one ever asked her about how her night was. Everyone assumed she was living the perfect life without worries or doubts. He had a dazzling smile; a smile that was like her own sunshine. She even liked the sound of it "own". Yes she wanted to have a thing of his to be hers and only hers. "Kind of. Yeah "she answered with a tiny smile curving on her lip a real one. "Do you want something to drink maybe?" he smiled back and her world was shaken terribly. When has a smile done this to her? What is she doing to herself? But isn't tonight is about herself? Yes it is and that's what she'll do. She too will drown her sorrow. "Yes Tequila please, lots of them" He looked at her and laughed and turned to get her the drinks.

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After a couple of shots, she was totally drunk. The hot bartender still didn't take his eyes off her and now after getting a little bit tipsy she started to relax and enjoy the fact that this extremely hot guy was doing wonders with his eyes when he was looking at her. He was stripping down her soul bare in front of him and she didn't mind. But suddenly there were other girls talking to him and flirting with him asking for drinks and all she knew is that she wanted them dead. How could they touch him like that, how could they talk like that? He was hers. She knew she was being so damn illogical but she couldn't help it she knew it deep down he was hers even if she didn't know his name. Fire was burning through her every vein and they were about to burst into anger. Elena was going crazy and that was the only thing she knew. She was sitting here daydreaming about a bartender she doesn't even know him. When the girls went away, she didn't feel anything but her legs taking her to him. She took his hand and stood on her tiptoe close to his ears and whispered with the all the seduction that she can muster "Dance with me" he was willingly dragged. Anyway, she wasn't going to take no as an answer.

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They danced for more than one song. Her body was grinding against his. With every sway, with every accidental or non-accidental touch, the frequency of air around them would get hotter and hotter. Elena was never that type of girl who would drag a guy and take control; a guy she knows nothing about not even his name, but why would names matter when you are in the moment. That magical moment that took her away from all the pain and sadness she has felt for a long time. A slow song played and he wrapped his arms delicately around her waist and she laid her head on his muscular chest. She could breathe his perfume around her and she was hypnotized. He took her hands to kiss them when he saw that engagement ring shining and he dropped her hand.

Elena was suddenly hit by reality, by what was she about to do right here. She was basically giving herself to a total stranger. Elena ran to the toilet and stood there looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't know who was this random person looking at her right back? She started crying when someone entered the toilet. It was him. He came after her seeking her. "You're engaged" he told her. It didn't come out as a question or a start of a fight because he had every right to fight with her. She was basically a girl who led him on a lot misleading him into thinking what shouldn't be thought of. But his three words came out as a statement; a statement full of sorrow and despair. She simply nodded and tears rolled down her cheeks. He rubbed her tear with his thumb and she leaned into his touch instinctively. "I'm fed up" that was all she could say in this very intimate moment where two souls who barely know each other connected. He hugged her and kept soothing her back while her sobs finally found escape.

"I'm tired of pretending of being someone I'm not and not knowing who I am really to be that one. You know I have been engaged for almost a year now, my fiancée travels a lot every time he travels I take off this ring. I start going out going to those places I don't even know why I go to. I just find solace in going to them without my ring. I keep searching for something or maybe someone and I don't know who or what I'm searching for. I go home and cry myself to sleep and keep looking at the ring and it feels so heavy to wear it back. I sleep without it and cry myself to sleep no because I miss it but because I feel guilty because of how happy I am I am not wearing it. "She threw herself into his arms again and she kept sobbing silently. She had no idea what she was doing here pouring her heart out like that but she found comfort in his arms she only found in her mother's arms. Suddenly, he brought his lips closer to her ears and whispered with that toxic voice of his "Come run away with me" all she could do was nod. She took off her engagement ring and kept it on the basin. He looked at her wondering if she wanted to back down. She didn't even answer him all she did was grabbing his hands even tighter and they ran out of the bathroom leaving the ring lying back there …..