The sapphire martini stood in contrast with the pearl wall behind it. She picked it up, her fingers lightly feeling the cool glass underneath. Leaning out of the balcony, she let the moist wind beat against her face. November Rain. A sudden chill crept up on her, making her cringe a little, but she did not mind it. Looking out to the vast expanse of deliquescent city lights in front of her, she could not help but feel miniature and more lost. Filled with sudden urgency to shift her concentration she lifted up her wrist to note the time, it was past midnight. Late.. Again.. There were deep lines on her forehead now, he had promised to be here by now.
A pair of warm hands sneaked up her waist, and almost made her shriek. She soon recognized their owner though, smiling brightly, she snuggled against the hard support behind her. She felt his stubble graze against her shoulder. Here is where she belonged. She found home at-last!
She was jolted back to reality by the blinding light that split open the dark sky in front of her spreading a purplish hue all over, it was bewitching. She realized how cold she was. Closing the balcony door she now sat on her chair, placing the glass on it carelessly. She was worried, worried about herself now. Too lost, isn't she? She felt like being amazed a bit too, she chucked to herself, remembering one of her favorite lines,
"Of course it is happening inside your head, but why on earth should that mean that it's not real?"
Looking around she spotted a hard-bound book with the name of its publishers gleaming across the dim room. She walked towards it, opened it, and ran her fingers through the words written on the first page in decent cursive handwriting,
"Hoping to meet you soon.."
Leafing through the pages, she arrived at the one which she loved the most, the words printed echoed her mind,
“Sometimes, people can go missing right before our very eyes.
Sometimes, people discover you, even though they've been looking at you all the
entire time. Sometimes, we lose sight of ourselves when we’re not paying enough
attention.
We all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice,
sometimes due to forces beyond our control. When we learn what it is our soul
needs to learn, the path presents itself. Sometimes we see the way out but
wonder further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness
preventing us returning. Sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering,
sometimes it’s easier. Sometimes we find our own way out. But regardless,
always, we are found.”
The last line filled her with nourishing hope..
