She stood beside me. We were both smoking and staring at the parking lot. Cars and shadows, gleaming here and there in the dark.
The air is cold. Our hands, the sides of our faces, our noses, our shivering lips, all feeling the assault of this cold November night! We were both standing there…shuddering!
I kept thinking, I need to get warm fast, or I’ll turn into an ice sculpture very soon! Silly images of passerby commenting on the hairstyle of the frozen sculpture, running through my head! I’m trying hard to use my last remaining active brain cells, to distract me from the cold.
I glanced at her. I have seen her before. She looked familiar! But my day had been painfully and unusually long, and I had simply lost my capacity to think straight!
It’s late in the evening. I am almost done my last pathetic act, on the stage of nicotine worshiping! I am getting ready to flick my cigarette butt on the ground, so I can step on it like a colossal figure! Feel its vulnerability and complete subordination! Briefly enjoy my revenge, savour it! Then Insure the painful reminder of my inadequate nicotine dependency, is no longer breathing! Pick it up, make sure again, that it’s completely lifeless! Examine it quickly like an expert criminal pathologist, then toss the disgusting proof, of my nicotine vice, into the garbage can!
But when I suddenly glance at her again, I notice, she’s been crying! Was she really crying?! She almost looked, like she wanted me to see her standing there…crying!
I was already frozen from the cold, but I felt like I froze even more, when I noticed her black tears, coursing down her cheeks..
“Are you alright?!” I asked.
She exhaled deeply…A mixture of a thousand sighs, being suddenly set free, escaping…under the disguise of exhaled grey air…She then responded “The world keeps rejecting me.”
And our conversation started.
I took a step closer. She now looks even more familiar! But who’s she?!…
She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, her head still turned sideways. I couldn’t help but notice, the familiarity of the black wolf-head ring, that she wore on her index finger! I like wearing strange, unusually big rings on my index finger too! Maybe that’s why?!…
My head is spinning. I can’t think clearly! I am very tired. Who…is…she?!
She read my mind.
I think I heard her say “I am you. You are the stronger version! Take me inside. Hear me. See me. I am tired of not being seen. Not being heard. The loneliness is approaching again. It’s drawing very close. Don’t let it take me. See me. Hear me. No one else does. I’m tired too.”
to be cont-