My Final Goodbye
Adebayo Adijat@adijatadebayo587950
2 days ago
My lips were plump, smeared with a crimson gloss so bold it could easily disguise me as a vampire lurking on a moonlit street, if only myths weren’t mere tales meant to send children to bed. My eyelids shimmered in the dying light, imbuing my face with a dangerous glamor. The gown a luminous white adorned with tiny, glistening pearls made me feel ethereal. But as I stared into the opaque glass, an unfamiliar face gazed back at me, perfect lips framing deep ocean eyes, a smirk appearing as my old self lay buried beneath layers of foundation.
“It’s time,” I whispered, the alarm ring ominously in my ears. Today was meant to be my last among the living, escaping the crowded streets I once called home. I was fleeing, leaving behind all I knew and everyone I loved, from a life that had become too heavy to bear.
Just two days prior, I had mindlessly scrolled through TikTok and Instagram, watching reels in a daze, wondering if we all truly existed in the same world. I could hardly meet my own gaze in the mirror, convinced I would never be anything more than a background character, never a Queen Bee, forever lost since the day I was born.
As the evening sun kissed my skin with a warm yellow hue, I realized I hadn’t slept. With one last glance back, I knew I was leaving something behind that I had tightly held to my heart, but I carried nothing with me carrying meant remembering, and I wanted to forget.
As darkness fell, I gripped the golden envelope in my hand one final performance before the curtain closes. In a matter of minutes, I found myself at the entrance of a grand hall, its exterior loomed large while the interior spread vast and inviting. Eyes turned to me as I stepped inside, an angel wandering through corridors of hell. I found a quiet corner to sit, a gramophone playing softly, its melody caressing the bitterness of the evening air, and once again I succumbed to my thoughts, a lone soul cloaked in mystique.
Tonight, I intended to drift far away, to a place where I could embrace solitude, somewhere in the hills, where monks murmured ceaselessly and the digital beeps of devices faded into whispers or like meteors strange. I would seek out the answer to where lost souls go in a world that has cast them aside.
A flicker of hope glimmered within me at that thought, but it was quickly interrupted by the approach of a bold figure that stole my breath away. “Hola, mademoiselle,” he winked, and I found myself mirroring his playful gaze. The night was still young, and in a moment I was caught in his grasp, dancing like a scene from a vintage screenplay, but the next our lips were connecting in a fervent urgency, somewhere a door barricades our bodies syncing in a passionate embrace, breath mingling like warm, melting marshmallows as my back arched against him.
As the wind softened, I drew up my zipper, clinging to the moment as if nothing had changed. One more dance, I thought, feeling the outside breeze rush around us. One last ride, one final goodbye, and suddenly I found myself racing between towering trees, the city lights dwindling behind me, moving toward a new destination, a new life, if such a thing awaited me.
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