As Black As My Soul

I watched him walking away until I could not see him anymore. I once thought I loved him. Yeah... I thought. That's the point: I have never experienced real love, I guess. I feel like everybody is only pretending to be somebody they aren't.

Having thaught over this and that I decided to go home. It was getting cold and I had to come up with a solution for the broken door and how I deal with the still nameless person I was more or less willing to sleep with.

I went over to the coffee shop and waited in line. I kept my head down because I did not want anybody to see my ugly face.

"What can I get you?", the waitress asked the customer right in front of me.

"An Espresso.", he said.

My eyes widened. I- I knew that voice! I have heard it not even two hours ago! Deep, almost growling and raspy.

"Your name please?"

"Andy."

Why does he have to be so rude? Well, now I know that it's not me but his attitude. But why has he decided to be like this? Is it like a shield? To protect hisself from getting hurt?

I wonder how he can pull off being so sexy while being that rude. I normally don't get attracted to the "bad guys" but this man...

"Hey!", the waitress snapped to get me out of my thoughts, obviously annoied.

"Oh, I'm sorry I'm taking a-"

"A skinny latte. I pay."

Well, he was starting to annoy me! I am not fat! In fat I am a bit too thin! Unbelievable what he presumes to do! I realized my mouth was open an quickly closed it. I was too perplex to react, let alone speak.

"Stop staring!", he commanded without even looking at me.

"You...You-", I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded.

"You what? Asshole? Bastard? Faggot? Is that the way you thank me for making up for the door?"

Silence. He made positive things sound so rude! I can't believe it. Great! He now feels good because I am not able to say a word, which probably was what he wanted. I hit myself in mind.

'Dumb, Rosalie! Dumb!'

"Are you going to stand there forever or do I have to drag you out of here?"

I wagged my head. I could not do more. I think I still havn't realized this situation... But I followed him and sat down where he gestured me I could sit.

"Your name?"

I hesitated.

"I'm not something like a rapist or so, you can tell me!"

I lifted one brow? Basically, he did rape me because I wasn't sober and according to this being my job, I might not having done this out of my own will.

He mirrored the brow thing and waited for an answer.

"R- Rosalie."

"I like that name."

"Yeah...Gave it to me by myself", I smiled an unpleasent smile. It reflected the way I felt about this conversation: Unpleasent.

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