She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She pursed her lips. She touched her hair, smoothing an imaginary strand, she looked perfect. Tonight, she thought, tonight will be the night.
Tonight, I will fall in love.
She turned around to check out herself in the mirror. A tight fitting black dress, a plunging backline. Mmm, much too showy for a night out with herself, but perfect, perfect she thought, for falling in love.
She arrived at the bar, a dingy old bar. She headed towards the counter, ready to order her usual vodka tonic. She looked around and checked out the scene.
There was the usual group of giggling underage teenagers, the business partners, and a few loners scattered in the dark shadows of the dimly lit bar.
They were always there. She had been coming to this bar every night for the last month. It was almost depressing.
She wanted a man, a lover, a soulmate. Someone she could call her own, someone she could fall in love with every day for the rest of her life.
After a half hour of watching and drinking she could make out a pair of lovers in the corner, having a heated argument. He telling her he loved her, and she telling him she loved him more.
Shut up, she wanted scream. At least you have each other. At least you have somebody to love.
It was then that she realised she was absolutely lonely. She had nobody.
She left, as she did each night. Silently and swiftly, as though she was never there in the first place.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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He almost choked on his drink when he saw the beautiful girl walk through the bar doors.
There she was again. The most beautiful being he'd ever laid eyes on. Tonight she was wearing a black dress, short and beautiful. She looked perfect.
If he hadn't known any better, he would have thought he was in love.
He watched her take her usual seat on the counter. He watched her as she scanned the bar with her eyes, body unmoving.
Who is she waiting for? Why does she always just sit there, drinking and untalking?
He had never seen her with company before, he had never seen her socialise, had never seen her smile or heard her laugh.
He longed to hear her voice, every time she was about to lean in and order her drink, he tried to strain and hear it.
He never could. She was too far away. Too unapproachable as she sat there like an angel amidst the dark shadows.
He kept watching her.
She stood up and abruptly left.
Where did she go? Why is it that she always go in for half an hour and just leave?
Did she have a lover? She possibly could not. She had looked so upset, so sad. No one in love could be that downcast.
And it struck him, hard and fast as lightning.
The girl with the beautiful face, the perfect dress...had no one to love.
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Hey my lovely friends! Thanks for reading my story!
Just a note that my characters, Olivia and Daniel, are not actually based on any two persons, but just a concoction of my imagination plus tidbits from random people (like you!).
So in a way, you are contributing to my stories, and in another, they have nothing to do with you!
Happy reading,
Lisa xox
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