Wasted Thoughts.

She threw her purse on the floor and took her clothes off. There were no curtains in her apartment but she lived on the 35^th floor no one could see her anyway. The lights were off but the city was awake as it always is, this city never sleeps; the noise and the lights from the outside created a scene taken directly out of a movie. She took a bath so hot you’d think someone is being boiled in the bathtub; she hated hot water but she loved torturing herself, it made her life more… interesting. She quickly wiped herself off and -still naked walked towards the fridge. She took out a half empty bottle of red wine and a glass; then went and sat on the bare marble floor right in front of her window. She poured some wine in the glass and drank it as if it was a shot; then threw the glass against the wall on her right. “I don’t need you anyway.” She kept wondering how easily would the glass windows shatter if something went through them. She stared at her reflection. “What do you want from me? I gave you everything I had. Stop asking for more. Let go of me at last.” She emptied the bottle; she looked down, touched the hole on the top of it; “Nothing lasts forever. You know that, right?” She raised her head again; she was staring back at her with a very judgmental look in her eyes; “why are you still here?” She laid on her back, closed her eyes, opened them, screamed. Without a single sound coming out of her mouth. She crossed her legs; closed her eyes again, this time she got there, where she needed to be so desperately… Without that woman, she felt ecstatic.

She was there, finally.

Athina, x.