Sometime around midnight I entered that dark atmosphere. The smell of harsh liquor hanging heavy in the air. I know she's here and some sick gut wrenching feeling tells me to leave. To take care of myself for once, that if I saw her I would just loose myself. Again.

Amara claps a hand on my shoulder, motioning me towards a mahogany table. Spilt beer stained the top of it, extinguished cigarettes lay across its surface. Michiru and Amara sit across from me, the blond has her arm wrapped tightly around her girlfriends waist.

A waiter comes by, nonchalantly he stands by me and asks what he "can get for us". Amara murmurs something like 9 beers, but I'm not particularly listening. For my heart has skipped a few beats. My lip is bleeding from being bit by my own teeth. And that gnawing feeling in my stomach has resurfaced. I cannot possibly explain the ache in my heart at this moment in time. Only that it is painful and makes me feel sick.

I saw her, dancing with some sappy guy who looked delighted to be caught in her presence. Her cobweb. Her fucking cobweb of lies and lust and beauty and all the things I fucking miss. She warps her arms around his neck, scratching her perfect nails against the back of it. And of course he smiles cockily. But he's just a fly, she the black widow. Eventually she'll kill him.

You just have to see her, you know that she'd break you in two.

I stand and walk to the bar, whisking a wine off the counter and making my way over to the band, thats playing a song about forgetting yourself for a while. The heat of the bar lights dance across my skin, the top of my head is feeling hot, too hot. My cheeks are also warmer I note to myself while downing the rest of the wine.

She has a wine glass clutched in one of her hands as well. Her body is accompanied by a thin fabricated white dress, the hem ending about mid thigh. Every time she moves it moves with her, sometimes rising a little to dangerously. The piano behind me is this fucking melancholy soundtrack to her smile. That crimson curve of her lips that perfectly accents her ebony hair.

I know now that she's seen me. She watching, she's laughing at some god damn thing he whispered in her ear, she's turning and she's holding that god damn tonic like a cross.

Then the room is suddenly spinning and she walks up to me. Those perfect legs of hers seem to shine in this eerie light, that makes everything seem like a fucking dream.

"How are you?" She asks, flashing me her perfect white teeth. She's too close to me and all I can smell is her, the scent that I had grown so used to. Sex, chocolate and god damn strawberries. Good enough to eat. Subconsciously I try to kick myself into leaving. But I stay and draw closer to her...I can see her lying naked in my arms.

It is here and now that my memories decide to resurface and come rushing like feral waves into my mind. Of the curl of our bodies entwined. We are like a yin yang, she and I. Polar opposites that thrive off of each other. They balance out the universe. There cannot be to much of one thing so the opposite needs to balance it out. Or else everything will fall apart. And it already has. It did the day she left me.

I reach for her arm and graze her soft skin with the tips of my fingers. It sends a sick lightning bolt through my body. She pulls back and sends me one last searing gaze.

"Your no good, your like the junkies in this neighborhood. And I cant be with someone who is constantly making the wrong fucking choices Minako." She mutters before turning on her heel and making her way elegantly back to him. And I feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine.

Then she leaves, with that boy that I don't know. But she makes sure I saw her. She looks right at me....and bolts. As she walks out the door, him by her side my blood boils. Sharp and dangerous, I'm afraid I could kill. My stomachs in ropes.

I walk back to the table where my friends are stationed. They're lost in themselves at the moment. I place the empty wine glass on the table, it echos with a hollow noise. And they turn, suddenly aware of my presence.

"Minako, what is it? You look like you've seen a ghost." Amara observes, lifting a beer to her lips.

I slur something about leaving. My mind isn't quite working right...

Then before my brain could quite process anything I'm walking underneath streetlights. The moon hanging over head and the stars playing. Friends walk by laughing, a language now lost to me but one I had once spoke with ease. And I'm to drunk to notice all of the people staring at my silhouette as I make my way down the street.

I don't even care what I look like, for the world is falling apart around me.

You just have to see her, you know that she'd break you in two.

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