The last silence..

The Last Silence

She sat in the balcony, where the air was fresh, and in front of her, on the table, a cup of coffee, which she used to drink every morning, but on this day in particular - and unusually -she had woke up early (and full of energy)!

First, she ignited her cigarette as she looks at the mounting smoke from the cup passionately as it carries the smell of coffee, so she inhales it in relief. Next to her, her naughty cat was sitting specualting the silence she had used to it.

She kept looking to the cup and how its smoke tempts her to take a first sip and she smiles! What a taste!!! She kept taking sips over and over until that smoke was calmed down. She put the cup on the table with a few coffee left waiting for her last sips, as she began to ignite a second cigarette.
She strayed from her coffee a little bit and seemed more occupied with her cigarettes that were melting between her fingers and her mouth, and she began to leave with the smoke rising. The little angel grabbed the cup, scrabbles about it, as she figured out that the smoke has faded and the smell of the coffee, too. So she extinguished what remained of the cigarette then she looked to the sky and smiled with a little bit of self-irony!

As she was deciding, her cat began to flirt with her trying to break that desolate silence. and perhaps to have some fun.
She grabbed her cat and headed towards the door, kicking her out. Then she went back again to the chair she sat on for ages in the balcony. She stepped up to the fence where the last floor of the towering architecture is, and turned her back and began to remember.
She remembered her past. She remembered her tears, how she laughed and remembered her love and loved ones. She remembered how she woke up to welcome the Valentine's Day alone and single, but with a smile accompanied with a hope for a single meeting where she arranged her room and brought out her most prestigious clothes –that girl that he was looking to with a slight smile as he kisses her out of love–she had conjured up her makeup and wore her clothes, then began wandering the streets searching for a gift that would feel his face with a joy. Afterwars, she went to the places where she can see him most until she came across a coffee shop, that witnessed their laughter in the New Year's Eve.

-where he kissed the angel and made her angry in the morning - and where everyone celebrates Valentine's Day, she grabbed the phone, and sent him the first love message and sat waiting. Then she went back remembering him and began to cry that she hardly can breath!. Few minutes later, she sent him a message again while he was performing a phone call with his lover.

Him: Darling
Her: Bae
Him: I'm waiting for you
Her: I'll be there in a couple of mintues, my love ♥

She sent him a voice message saying: "I remember you giving a rose that made me so happy that I'm keeping it to that day". While at the same time she was sending that message, he was giving the same rose to his "darling". She was remembering the way he gave his loved one that rose, she still can remember the few words he spelled out while handing out his gift, sitting on his knees: "I thought this rose would make you happy, Sonia!". She desperatly hoped that he'd have treated her the way he treats his girlfriend, but he didn't.

As he was saying those sweet words to his loved one, she just couldn't wait anymore as he fluctuates in the bosom of the other girl. Waiting made her feel a real and tough pain inside her as she witnesses all the cuddles and flirts. That same pain stopped her heart while he's shrouded with the love of an other one.

She closed her eyes, and as soon as she saw someone - all in white - with open arms in the sky welcoming her, holding that same rose she kept remembering, she threw herself with the biggest smile she ever had.

Her body bumped in the ground, her face is still smiling, and next to her that cat contemplating the last silence..

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