What is love?
It was a question that had plagued Minako for most of this life. Not the last. No, in the last life she knew exactly what love was; knew the kiss of its delicate touch, knew the pull of its magnetic forces and could oh so eloquently pull it into words of every and all languages she spoke.
But now…sitting in the middle of the music in one nameless club after another, an eighteen year old Minako couldn't find it. She felt it, sure as she could breathe, or did she? Oh how she envied her sisters with their earthly elements. The ability to simply submerge below the depths into what it was that made them live and breathe was frustratingly out of Minako's reach. Which was why she was here, underage and illegally drinking with the hopes of numbing the edges of all this feeling. Or overloading on it. Either way, it would get better.
The music began to control her heartbeat and closing her eyes, she tried to lose herself in the loose thread threatening to become her very noose. It was a razor's edge upon which she danced on, delicate but dangerous all the same. The alcohol in her veins amplified everything that she could almost feel, could almost touch.
It was so close.
It was…
What was it?
Wait for me…
The sharpness that followed that last thought had her smiling her sweetest and reaching out, grabbing the next man she saw around the wrist. He was…frustratingly not it, but considering what it was was completely and utterly gone, Minako didn't have a choice. What she could find was what she would take, and though this man was none the wiser, take she did. It was a Band-Aid to an artery, a drop of water on the surface of the ever burning sun, but it was something.
Until it wasn't.
From partner to partner she bounced accepting drink after drink until the edges of her vision was a blur and the inside of her mouth was numb. This wasn't the first time she left with a stranger and it wouldn't be the last. Whether there was sex or not, it was just enough…
Until it wasn't.
But that day wasn't today.
Wait for me…
This wasn't love, but the feeling would suffice.
Until it wouldn't.