I Remember Moments, Not Days

by Jay's World

Looking back, we never remember full days, but the moments that made them special. These are the moments that changed her life. Ficlet.

6. Time without him

I remember moments, not days
by
Jay's World

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Time without him

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I end up in two strangers' beds and one friend's.

The last one is the only one while sober. He is homesick and wants comfort. It comes in the form of my spread legs and soft moans. When he comes, he kisses my damp cheeks and asks carefully if it was good for me to.

I kiss him back and lie.

He doesn't doubt me for a second.

His tongue and words make me warm, filling me with familiarity. I miss home too. Neither of us have the opportunity to leave.

We are socialists trapped in a capitalistic world.

I ask him how school is, missing the smell of books and the sound of pens to paper; scribbling down the professors' words. Johan replies with elaborate stories of projects, essays, students, and performances.

I envy him.

I miss it.

Everywhere I go, I am alone.

He leaves, and I go to work. Even there, crowded by people, I am the loneliest person alive.