aletta
Drunken in love. But even then she knows that once morning come, her clear-headed-self will take control and what happened tonight will be just another blurred memory. Not forgotten, but cannot be remembered either.
She had standing here for a full minute, or maybe two, she didnt know. She should go, her class would begin in five minute, but her feet was glued to the ground and she couldn't tear her gaze from the globe inside the glass box. She could feel the dull pain in her heart and if she closed her eyes she knew that the memory would be played over, as clearly as she remember yesterday. She took a deep breath and after a final glance, finally she turned away. The pain lingering in each step that she took. A question was replayed in her mind. But not once it was answered.
"Where are you?"