To the Last Man She'd Slept with

I

Outside, the moon was embellished against the clear starry sky and since it is Friday she got the sufficient reason to unwind from the agonies she'd been through. As she set her first footstep to the door she was welcomed by the booming ecstatic beat of the music and she could feel the butterflies fluttering in her naked stomach. She was wearing a delicate pink off-dress and a skintight high-waisted pant, which was the most selective outcome of her OOTD. She sees that everyone, especially boys, tended to give a grip of gaze as if she has a magnetic presence. She felt a twinge of shame yet she never let it perceive by anyone.

The place is filled with tables and chairs and alcoholic drinks. In a corner beside a closed window, she saw her eager friend, waiting for her arrival with warmth and excitement.

'Danae! I know you can make it' Eurice uttered and come to give her a hug

'Damn! I really thought I couldn't come but thank god daddy was blessed by the angels in heaven'

She was surprised when she saw a handsome stranger beside Eurice clinging like a leech to her hand

'Hi, I'm Bram' he introduced himself with gentleness and ease

'Oh hello! I'm Danae. You didn't tell me that you already had your knight tonight Eurice' she said carelessly and Bram laughed a bit

'Silly you' Eurice giggled

'One night stand huh'

Good to say, Bram didn't take what Danae said offensively

'Shhsh! Watch your mouth Dan' warned Eurice with a dazzle of mischief in her eyes.

She knows Eurice well; she's a good bitch but she loved her that way, she's very authentic. She remembered one crazy night when she came to Danae's house in the dead of the night just to tell vividly that she's no longer a virgin, like what she'd felt, the pain, the blood. She affirmed in front of her that she'll run for miles just to get another sweet taste. She knows she's exaggerating.

Tonight, she knows what's gonna happen to Eurice. Life will always tend to offer inevitability and she's not surprised to that.

They drink and drink; she felt dizzy, stoned and beaten up already. But she recognizes what's happening, her actions and everything. They danced and were chained to the rhythm. She feels the forces of life, somehow forgetting all her worries even in just a limited space of time.

Someone was approaching towards her. A handsome guy, unearthly like Jesus Christ. A hot peculiar sensation crept to her senses; her neurons and synapses were colliding to each other. He sits right next to her and stares to her eyes profoundly.

'hey, what's your name' before she speak she smelled the faint aroma of alcohol but the smell was strongly covered up by the sweet fragrance of his perfume.

'I'm Danae' she said as graceful as she can

'I'm Cristian' and there was none

They got to know each other. But with that bit of acquaintance, they seemed to know themselves deeply. After that, they danced and unknowingly kissed each other; lips to lips, body to body, soul to soul. He held her by the hand and pull her outside. She feels the chilling air of the newly-born dawn penetrates her skin. Lights in the street are still burning spilling large specks to the sullen pavement.

' Where are we going' she asked

'Somewhere where we can feel nothing but happiness, far from the agonies of the world'

As though she was a dead fish, she goes with the flow. Sometimes, all we have to do is let go; we may have the ability to pave our ways but let fate drives life, she realized. He tore off her dress hoarsely, she could feel the scorching passion within him. His lips seem to bite as it flourishes to every inch of her skin. She can literally feel the hardness of his penis against her. With enough courage, she knelt down and unbuckled his belt and finally slipped his pants off. He was surprised and hurriedly carry her to bed and screw and squeeze her as if she was a lime. When they are totally naked, they have cherished the warmth and ecstasy as it oozes out from their body and set the room on fire. Exchanging and hovering moans and shouts then gradually fade as they spilled off the explosion. Laying tired, they have drifted off to sleep.

The night seems like a dream. She woke up in a bed naked and she grew accustomed to this cycle. She softly taps the right side of the bed and finds no 'Christian'. She wonders where he goes after what had happened last night. She wakes up and stabbed by spasms of pain. In a table by the bed, she found a piece of note. She reads it: 'Sometimes it is the body that touched not the heart.' The phrase dwells in her mind and breaks her heart into pieces.

An unraveled threads twist to her mind. Confusions begin to haunt. She found herself full of questions that are seemingly no answers.

Time is fleeting. Two weeks after what happened. Danae soothingly lulls herself in her grandmother's old rocking chair while leafing some reads. As she leafs through the pages, she saw Christian's picture, same handsome alluring face in the list of graduates who are going to be priests.