universal language;
Techno music pierced the air loudly, reverberating through the entire environment of the club loud enough to cause slight quakes and to ruin a few of the drinks forgotten on the cold surface of the glass made bar counter, though clubbing could be arguably considered a routine of every few weeks for the petite girl, encountering her in between the waving ocean of dancing crowds under the kaleidoscopic lights on a Saturday night as a celebration for the end of the semester – in one of her friends’ words as the brunette viewed it as just another excuse to drink – was almost an extraordinary discovering.
A heavy sigh escaped through her reddish lips as Ara found her way back to the only available seat on the bar, politely ordering another shot in an octave louder than her velvet voice, once her friends had almost certainly eloped away with a stranger and forgot yet again to mention their small getaway to her, the temptation to bluntly desist in a quest of reminiscing whenever inquired about tonight in the previous morning crossed her thoughts, but not even the brunette could be so maleficent to her own friends.
The great majority of people drank to forget about something, and perhaps, Ara did too; her heart that is and the entire Russian roulette it seemed to be playing with the emotions that had perpetuated through time and space. The cold crystallized surface of her glass met her reddish lips milliseconds before bitterness filled her throat to balance the sweetness her memories provided, people used to say she had an icy fortress at where should be her heart’s rightful place and the brunette never seemed to argue, detached little bird in a flight risk mode, but apparently as the days had gone by, she was learning how passing by didn’t equal running away from reality.
She couldn’t pretend to be someone else, she couldn’t run from what she felt under her skin.
The sound of soft sobs barely echoed louder than the music to her ears, bringing the petite girl back from her own musings and perhaps, if she hadn’t been sitting just beside the source, it would had been impossible to detect. Her head tilted gently as her hazel orbs scanned the feminine silhouette surrounded by a few more glasses of the same drink Ara had earlier that night, it should be illegal for a girl to drown her sorrows in more than a liter of alcohol without company.
“Hey, hey, your makeup looks so gorgeous tonight; it isn’t worth to ruin it for whatever guy made you feel this way.” She offered, a gentler and kinder tone usually foreigner to strangers in her velvet voice, delicate hand being place carefully on the other’s back as in a wordless source of comfort, moments before her free hand press slender fingertips against the pretty stranger’s cheek bones, to avoid the escape of any more dark teardrops.
“You can call me Ara, everyone does.” The brunette introduced herself with the ghost of a small smile dancing across her lips. “Would you fancy telling me what is wrong? I promise you to lend you my ears and not to judge.” Hazel orbs meet the bartender’s darker ones in a silent plead for a glass of water, just in case the other was intoxicated enough to few nauseous.
