#stxrroving

– // ** the wind was cool against him as he watched the drunk couples stumble on the sidewalk below. the fire escape was his favorite place to people watch, making up stories about where those lost in the night were going, and where they had come from. he wondered who had their heartbroken that night, and who found love for the first time. slowly he would bring the cigarette to his lips, the smoke easing out of his mouth. the window was opened just enough for another to sneak out, making it a tight squeeze out there on the iron supports. 

Everything was wonderful.

Aishah had assembled a wonderful outfit. She looked wonderful, felt wonderful from a stop by the spa, which took place following a day at her wonderful job as a hotshot party organiser. One could, and many probably would, argue that her fiancé breaking up with her paled in comparison — a minor snag in a life that used to strike even her as perfect.

‘Never mind that you’d been together for almost a decade and that he’d thrown it all away because you’re “so perfect you almost seem superhuman,”’ and therefore got too boring for him,’ her friends at the reunion party seemed to communicate beneath their run-of-the-mill cajoling. But it wasn’t enough to remedy her state. “Sorry, I’m not in the mood for karaoke.” A while later: “Sorry, I’m just not in the mood for….”

It wasn’t actually as though she sought much attention, but attention did often come to her. She was normally, as they called it, the life of the party: vibrant, magnetic. Now, she was just… crushed. And if that asshole dared to show his face to her at any point, she’d crush him too. (How was that for humanity?) Really, though; as she seated herself as far from the revelry as she could, the overwhelming emotion was not anger. How was she going to get up from this, especially when her family were so enthusiastic about the news of her Brilliant, Accomplished Fiancé paying them a visit soon?

          She found she didn’t miss people much, not really. Faye wasn’t the clingy type of girl that felt the need to be in constant contact with someone. But when Rodrigo was away on a trip, a week-long trip, slowly she found herself being just that type of girl. Constantly looking at her mobile for texts from him, in her spare time looking at pictures they’ve taken together and even looking forward to their late night phone and video calls. She liked the video calls the best, if only to see his face. It wasn’t something that was expected, but she couldn’t say she hated it. Not when he made her smile and look forward to him coming back. She hadn’t expected him to see him until he had settled in, so when he came to her flat’s door, she wasted no time in welcoming him in with a kiss. God, she missed his lips. I have missed you... “I missed you, too...” she uttered against his lips, feeling his hands at her hips, pushing her back against the kitchen table, his words encouraging her to smile against his lips, shaking her head. “Oh, I’m not lettin’ you go,” hands traveling up his chest and cupping his face as she kissed him deeper than she had since he came to her door. “Not for one minute,” she says hotly against his lips. “You’re mine, tonight, we got a lotta makin’ up to do.”

Was it wrong of him to ask for him to ask more of his boyfriend? Clearly it is in Eric’s mind. Fabian had been worried, to say the least. He bought a ticket for them to see, a film at the cinema but the plan clearly backfired. He wanted to do something nice for the screenwriter. Maybe it could help the both, Fabian’s loneliness and Eric’s workload.

“No, I’m.....” he sighed, feeling defeat as his eyes starts to water. He clearly wiped them out before his eyes met Eric’s. “It’s okay... I can just go,” he said in a whisper. It’s not okay. He is so upset at everything and the distance that he felt growing between them.

Ophelia felt like they hadn’t been able to have a day off in months, but it had actually only been about two weeks. They were always busy with work and family events that they never got a chance to actually relax and do nothing. They were out in the park walking around with their friend and eating a popsicle stick, and maybe they were complaining just a bit too much about everything. “You know, sometimes I just need a long, long, long break from everything. I need like a two month vacation from work. Maybe family too. You’re invited though, for like only one month. The second month I’m gonna be completely alone by myself taking a month long nap.”