It happened a year ago.
He had an argument with his girlfriend, they both yelled at one another and walked their separate ways.
He wanted to end it.
That four year tormenting relationship, to cast it away as if it were an empty bottle of vodka, once a pleasant drink, now just a stinging pain as he dealt with the hangover.
“That’s not how it’s supposed to be.” He mumbled to himself struggling through the snow.
It was a bone chilling winter night, whether it be the slap in the face, or slight intoxication he stumbled alongside the lakeside of the suburban town. His focus changed to the night sky.
It brought a temporary ease. The globe shaped moon gleaming on the lake's shaky surface, it was relaxing. Something he struggled to do often in this new college life, away from friends, and familiarity. As well his ‘loving’ girlfriend cities away.
Was it time to end it. He was reluctant even when he brought it up, it constantly crossed his mind, maybe he could save it, maybe it doesn’t have to end.
“You want to end this, after 4 years, after all I’ve done for you!” She said to him teary eyed, tears that brought him nothing but guilt.
Done for me? He couldn’t think of anything she’d done, only the damage. She was passively aggressive to the girls that approached him, paranoid that he cheated on her when hanging out with friends, and liked slapping.
Well, that’s not the whole truth, she was originally a very pleasant person. He reminisced on the picnics, jamming out to music at four in the morning, or strolls by the beachside. He missed those days.
Those old days were replaced with painful ones, and he couldn’t think of a way to fix it. After all she was the daughter of her mother’s friend, and was set up. She always hanged that over his head.
“I’m sick of this, what the hell am I supposed to do.”
Mind a tangled mess like a ball of yarn that had been unrolled then clumsily put back together, he came to a stop rummaging through his coat pocket.
Flicking the lighter on he burned his last cigarette, inhaling the smoke, and pushing a cloud out.
“I should really quit after this.”
Cracking resounding all around him with his next step, the intoxication came to an end.
Isn’t the shoreline quite far?
Another dreaded step, something broke. And before he knew it, he was completely submerged under the ice in the frigid Canadian waters.
Paddling and beating his arms at the water, like quicksand the harder he struggled, the deeper he descended.
Already waning strength leaving his body tensed muscles relaxed, he touched the surface but couldn’t break past it. He didn’t know how to swim.
That’s unfortunate. Was the only thing he could think of.
Unable to think of anything else, water began to flood his lungs and he could see the light.
It was surprisingly similar to a flashlight, and with it an angel came down.
His savior.
——Present time——
Sliding a carton of milk along the marble surface, he skillfully made the coffee showing off months of repetitive practice from the cafe. Mont Le Blanc.
“Here’s your coffee ma’am.”
It was a slow morning after the rush of the morning commute with few people. The sprinkling rain lightly dancing amongst the wind, it stole his weary mind.
“You know that woman was pretty hot.”
“Boss, aren’t you married.”
“Divorced.” His boss, a man in his forties said. “Best decision of my life.”
“To continue chasing? That seems rather simple.” He sighed showing the late night study sessions in his eyes.
“Yes.” The boss replied jokingly. He was a man fitting of a cafe, dignified with a thick greying mustache. “I prefer it that way… that woman I think those knockers are big enough to fulfill that dream of yours.” He teased
“Stop it, I knew opening up to you was a bad idea.”
“I’m glad you're learning fast, but I’m glad…glad to know I hired a cultured man.”
“...Well they are the best.”
“You know talking like that won’t attract customers.” A woman’s voice sounded from the cashier. “Want me to report you to HR boss.” She said jokingly.
“I am HR.” He retorted.
Getting back to work they thought their conversation was out of earshot, but a fellow employee heard them, so they shuffled back to their daily task. Not that there was much.
The long legged beauty similar in age to him stood beside him, she had a teasing smile something he’d grown use too. “You know if you want to express that fantasy, I can help.”
“I have a girlfriend.” He said again in retort tearing at the fibers of his iron wall resilience.
Sara, a second year in college like him she was his guardian angel, whether it in homework, or a cold frozen lake. Deep silky brunette hair extending past her shoulders, trimmed bangs hanged over her face. She had the face befitting of an older sister, she had melon sized breast, and hips that’d make anyone go crazy.
Angel? Would be phrasing it wrong, she was the devil, a succubus. It all happened after that fateful encounter after him almost freezing to death, where their relationship took a sharp turn.
So no matter how much he wanted too he resisted, even if he felt guilty not fulfilling the wish of his savior.
An involuntary yawn came from him, it might’ve been afternoon, but he was tired.
Stress it was like an eroding curse, slowly withering away his willpower. It always came back during exam season in college, rather in the form of mental exhaustion, or headaches. Like many college students powered on Red Bull, it was wearing off.
Andrew nickname Drew, mostly referred by that by close friends for laziness. He stood a bit taller than most fridges and had feathery brown hair; tennis had kept him active, and it was one of his redeeming qualities
At the moment there were several causes for his stress, exam season created lack of sleep, he was on a losing streak for tennis games, and blaring sexual urges.
Though that came with good news, his girlfriend was visiting the city tomorrow. That would solve his stress, and everything else will be fixed as well.
“Drew, I have this bikini I’ve been wondering about, and I need a second opinion.”
“Well if you need help… who am I to refuse.”
Can I really keep this resistance up with her.
——
“I’m really worried that you suffer from E.D., are you alright?” She asked sincerely.
Cold rainy April night, he was walking her back to her apartment umbrella in hand and her arm linked around his. He didn’t like the clinging, but ceased arguing after asserting she wouldn’t stop.
“I’m perfectly healthy, splendidly, also stop showing me photos of your bathing suits.”
“What do you not find me attractive.” She pouted.
“I have a… no I think your beautiful, but it’s wrong of me.” He looked to the side in doubt regretting having agreed.
“...Thank you.”
“Don’t act shy after all your actions!”
They kept walking her on a breezy stroll, him an intense game of ‘not staring at her chest, and giving her more ammo’.
“Pervert, how sinful of you when you have a girlfriend.” She teased.
“Stop it.” He turned away.
There was a momentary silence between the two, filled by the spittle of the rain.
On days like these he walked his savior home, since she didn’t feel safe. It’s clearly an excuse though, what would my girlfriend think.
“You know, don’t you think it’s time to end it between you two.” Despite her airiness, and teasing she toke a serious tone.
“What’re you talkin about?”
“You haven’t seen or talked to each other in a long time.”
“I want to make it work out, it’s hard to just leave something I built up for so long.”
“You don’t even love her, you just feel guilty.”
“Is that any different between you and me?”
He shook off clingy girls for reasons of loyalty, it’d happen before. But she was different, it was hard to shake her off. After all she was not only his savior, but someone he slept with.
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