CHAPTER:
Grandeur of Glamour
Some days I just want to feel like someone else. It happens a lot. So I was sitting in Agatha's house and we were sitting in the kitchen where we're usually chatting about everything and smoking. This time she was trying a new make-up look on her, a really dark one: smokey eyes, black and red, liquid, sinister lips and catty playful eyeliner. It was fitting her glamour-goth styling so good! Her pale skin was really highlighting it.
She is one of my best friends, we know each other since junior high-school, she's the one I've told all my secrets to. She lives in different shade of aesthetic, a very dark and horrific one. Don't get me wrong, she's cheerful and very funny, style is style and her personality is purely self-invented. She walks so proud for it, without even knowing. Many times stupid closed-minded and little-town-people called her a freak, and maybe that's why we get along so well, because we are "freaks" and proud for it. We are not pawns in someone else's game of power. Our style is singing: "...and we'll never be Royals!".
We usually hang out in our favorite coffee shop and talk about everything that's happening in our lives and philosophize about social relationships and everything. Other times like this one we are just sitting there in long silent pauses understanding each other deeply without even speaking. We know what each other is thinking.
"I'm not in the mood to go out tonight" I said after I was done thinking of a good way to explain why I wasn't in the mood, I wasn't really sure to be honest. "Why?" she asked without looking at me because she was busy fixing her eyeliner line. "It's one of these rare days that I just want to stay inside and maybe read something" I said in an unsure tone so that it would sound more honest. "Okay then" she replied.
After an hour or so we left her apartment and I walked to my house that was across the street and stayed there, with the keys in my hand, watching her continuing living. When she wasn't visible anymore, I put my keys back to my leather jacket's pocket and made my way to the nearby park.
It was nearly midnight and I was walking through the darkest part of the park. Lights were dim and made the shadows of the trees really scary. I walked a little bit further near the backside of the building that was located near the end of the park. Humidity made air sharp enough to pass through your clothes and freeze your bones.
Suddenly two hands were holding my shoulders lightly, and the shiver stopped. I wasn't moving and I couldn't even blink, I was paralyzed. "Hey!" he said with a soothing voice.
All I was thinking was that I was sorry for Agatha. He took my hand and he putted it in to his hands. I am so sorry.
We usually hang out in our favorite coffee shop and talk about everything that's happening in our lives and philosophize about social relationships and everything. Other times like this one we are just sitting there in long silent pauses understanding each other deeply without even speaking. We know what each other is thinking.
"I'm not in the mood to go out tonight" I said after I was done thinking of a good way to explain why I wasn't in the mood, I wasn't really sure to be honest. "Why?" she asked without looking at me because she was busy fixing her eyeliner line. "It's one of these rare days that I just want to stay inside and maybe read something" I said in an unsure tone so that it would sound more honest. "Okay then" she replied.
After an hour or so we left her apartment and I walked to my house that was across the street and stayed there, with the keys in my hand, watching her continuing living. When she wasn't visible anymore, I put my keys back to my leather jacket's pocket and made my way to the nearby park.
It was nearly midnight and I was walking through the darkest part of the park. Lights were dim and made the shadows of the trees really scary. I walked a little bit further near the backside of the building that was located near the end of the park. Humidity made air sharp enough to pass through your clothes and freeze your bones.
Suddenly two hands were holding my shoulders lightly, and the shiver stopped. I wasn't moving and I couldn't even blink, I was paralyzed. "Hey!" he said with a soothing voice.
All I was thinking was that I was sorry for Agatha. He took my hand and he putted it in to his hands. I am so sorry.
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