Master of Mixed-Signals
By Saltwater Romance
Drabble #1: What Doesn't Kill You, Makes You Stronger
She was supposed to be the prey and him the predator. However, with his hair slicked up and his feet thrown over the coffee table, he would lazily wait until she approached him.
Some days with her hair perfectly coiled and dressed to the nines, he would give her the once over. And some days with a spritz of perfume and a hug, he would smile appreciatively. And some days, she wouldn't try and he used to talk to her for hours. Used to anyway. She rarely left the house nowadays without the make-up, the uncomfortable outfits, and the hair combed until it shined... For him and always for him.
Tonight will be different, she told herself. She put on her pearls and threw a blazer over her bandeau. She tugged on her boots and groped for her purse. Tonight he will want her. Tonight he will come to her first. Tonight will decide the rest of their lives. Tonight, she will give up on pursuing him if he didn't show any interest.
He was late, and all of the best dancing songs were already played. She had fun with her girls, but she kept an eye on the door. He was late, and she was waiting by the corner, sipping on the purple cup that she only wished had alcohol in it. This was it. She inhaled and waited with expectation.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Every girl in the room and every guy in the room gravitated towards him. Except for her, but even she felt the pull. She kept nibbling on the same chip as she watched him hug every single one of the girls in the room. She watched him spend fifteen minutes talking to a couple in the corner. She watched him watch his ex-girlfriend dancing on the floor with the eyes that she wanted him to look at her with. She watched him take off his jacket and change the music with all of his buddies. She watched him take her breath away and run away with her heart.
It was time to let go. As she placed the cup gently on the table, she saw him approach from the corner of her eyes. She didn't want to get her hopes up as she reached for her purse. And he snagged her from behind.
She gave him the briefest of smiles and walked out of the door because he lost her. He came too late.
Author's Sidenote: Sorry guys. This isn't for anyone, but myself and to relieve my mind from reality. I've been in the worst daze, and I'm trying to shake myself out of it.