He got up with a splitting headache. A common side effect of a hangover. He checked the time, it was 12.30 pm.
Last night had not been an easy night. And it was not going to be easy from now.
Scene last night:
It was around 10.30pm and Chris was not at all in a mood for partying. He was never the partying types. A quite guy in college, he was always very focused on his studies. Not really a loner but he was always the 'less friends' person. Now that he had started working. Life was getting busier and busier. He had almost lost touch with most friends now. He had become a loner and after things going bad between him and Michelle lately, he had a new found liking to this loneliness.
Drinking, dancing and girls not really something that interested him at this point of life. But today was different. He had to go. It was Will's pre-wedding celebration party after all. Today if he didn't go, he was in for big trouble and he knew that for sure.
'I will come and pick you up at 10.', Nancy had said.
Whats with Girls and their 'I want to look great in the party' thing. He thought. Just when he checked his watch again, he heard the horn of her car. He locked the door and left.
Scene at the party:
He was here. At the party. Almost all by himself. Exchanging occasional smiles and 'How are yous' with a few people. Keeping away from talking much to people. He was not wanting the 'Aww, I am sorry to hear that' look from people about his break-up. He was almost done with his 3rd drink. He was feeling lighter after the second one itself. He went to the drinks counter and he had not at all anticipated this situation at all. For a second, he did not know if it was an effect of his drinking or it was real.
There she was. His Michelle. His Michelle?? Not anymore 'HIS'. He thought. She was looking as pretty as ever. The black one piece dress and long silver earrings she was wearing made her look just PERFECT. And her long straight hair. They were now much longer than the last he had seen her. He was always so very fascinated by her hair. She had not seen him as yet and he was taken aback seeing her here. As always, he could not take his eyes off her. She had done very subtle make up and her eyes looked sparkling. She looked beautiful. He was wishing he could hold her close. Just once. It always felt so good even just hugging her. Feel her soft skin. Holding her hands. Her little fingers would fit perfectly well into his. They had been so close even when they were physically so far. In different countries. And now. Here they were. Just a few foot steps away but yet not close. Steps he could never cross. If only god could grant him one wish. He would wish for her. No. He would wish for her happiness. He thought. If only things had been better. He was still not sure if he could really see her or was it just the drinks??
