Mini NaNo - day 1
I could see her across the room, recognized her as soon as she stepped through the doorway. Her long blonde hair, the way the sparkles in her make-up reflected the low light of the bar. She was glowing, a beacon of femininity shining through the smoky haze. But her eyes betrayed the confidence that her body was trying to maintain. She was searching the room for me, trying to recognize me after all of these years.
How long had it been since we had last seen each other face to face? Ten years? Fifteen? All of our recent correspondence had been via email or chat, neither of us ready to be in the same room together again. It was easier to ignore the past when it wasn't sitting in front of you; you can focus on just the now, the fleeting moment, talking about television and music and not how she broke my heart all those years ago.
That was why I hesitated before waving to her. I thought my heart had mended but when I saw that face again, both familiar and unfamiliar to me, the pain returned. It was not the same pain as when we had first parted way, this was something I had yet to experience. Because seeing her made all those years between us real. Reminded me that all the time we spent together before was not just a dream I had, but the past, our shared history.
She sees me wave and I can tell my her face that the same pain is there. It might be hidden under the pink lipstick and black mascara, but it is there. I feel under-dressed now, I hardly ever wear make-up anymore and I just have on jeans and a t-shirt. She is dressed like she walked out of an issue of Cosmo. Tight short skirt, heels, and of course, a low cut top that shows off her cleavage.