(SHORT STORY) If you are

It wasn't a good moment to me. I woke up early that morning because of my sorrow. Cecilia had just ditched me the day before and I was devastated about it. I don't know where I found the energies to arise from the bed, wearing the first clothes I found around and just moved out. I was utterly mixed up, with my rowdy hair, the unlight glimpse, and the one-week-beard rambling around my thoughtful way. I felt myself as a used, dirty wipe with no motivation to do anything else than just having a big, strong, cup of coffee.

I was absent on the road.

My mind just came back to the evening before, the nightmare one. 

She was in front of me, looking at me with her huge, shiny eyes. Her flushy chicks, her irresistible mole, just a little maroon point above her left eyebrow drawn by God in person to let people focusing their attention to her celestial eyes, a stunning blue ones where you can dip into till being drowned on her soul. Sunken.

She looked at me, but her expression wasn't as good as usual. She had disappeared the days before: I phoned her, I went to her house, I wrote emails, texts to her but nothing, I had desperately sought her until she called to me to arrange a date. 'A meeting' as she said.

'We must talk'.

Sitting in the same bar where we used to go the sound of her voice wasn't as charmed as it generally was. She muttered something like 'I've thought a lot about us...' or 'I'm not so polite to deserve such a stunner as you...' and something like that, but I couldn't figure out till the atomic bomb she swoop on me:

'I slept with another guy and I assume I'm falling in love with him'...

What had happened from that moment I can't say but I only remember the scariest time for a lover when she got rid of my number from her mobile.

'I'm so much respectful of you, I must do it, it's over....'

I always remember the crispy roughness of that last 'r'........

Finally I found a 'Starbucks' and I came in. Waiters' smiles seemed so enjoying and this tackled to the mine, compelled, one. I ordered a tall Americano and I beared my cup on the chair close to the big, beamed wind.

I looked at outside. It was rainy and people run in haste. Everybody run and this was in contrast with the little white bag which have been fluttered into the air by the wind's breath. As if Good wanted me to focus my attention to the small white part of our dark, deep, chilled life.

I wondered if people could comprehend how terrible a life can be. Why people like to love if they must suffer after?

Suddenly, I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I turned around and I saw a girl about thirty. 

'May I sit on this chair or...'

I even didn't know there were others, but I saw one just near me and I nooded. She sat down and I could feel her warmth, her smell, and if I closed my eyes and was really attentive I could even feel her thoughts.

'Do you know how does the internet connection work here?'

I came back to me for a while and I explained how to connect the mobile to her and I was able to see her better.

A squared face with some flaws and a pair of small brown eyes: she had a Japanese charming whilst she was American.

I came back to my coffee and to my sadness for the next 24 hours or maybe it's how much it seemed to me.

My deep memories with Cecilia were snagged for the second time by this girl.

'Excuse me, I know I'm disturbing you, but I really need an help. May I ask you for doing me a favour?'

'Sure'

'I know it's a weird request, but might you come along with me to the restroom? I'm claustrophobic and I can't lock the door, so if you could control nobody comes in...'

'As in the school'

'Exactly! Please...'

'Needless to say. Let's go'

I let my coffee on the table and I came along with her. The restroom was occupied and so we enjoyed a talk. After a little of chitchat she dipped into a more intimate row and she explained me she came to London after she had been cheaten on by her fiancee. She told me she had found a therapist here who was working on letting her emotions flew away trying to get her life and her mind back with a new method: she should do everything her mind ordered to her without any filters. For just 1 month. She swore me it was working fine even though she had just undertaken it.

It was interesting and my ongoing attentive mind was just wondering if I could arrange an interview with this therapist when the restroom door was opened. An elderly man came out a bit astonished by our presence. 

'Ok, it's my turn. So, don't let anybody come in, right?'

'Right! I'm gonna be your watchdog!'

She came in. I was alone, again, but now I had a different mood as if something were gonna change.

'Excuse me, could you come in? I assume that guy didn't know how to flush... I'm worn, don't worry', and the door was opened ahead of me. She was doing something on the toilet:

'Holy shit, what a fucking mess! It's disgusting! Please, help me with this fucking toilet paper...'

Once I was in the restroom she jumped quickly behind me, she lock the door and hug me with her arms. She kissed me.

I was stuck. I only felt her tongue whirling inside me.

'I must do whatever I want and now I want you to have sex with me' she claimed.

She triggered a sexual strip ahead of me. She took off her shirt showing off a black bra with little pink lines and a purple butterfly. I looked at her tits squeezed in the bra. My attention was called to by a thread that dropped by her teenage pink underpants. Her skirt was already on the floor and now she was almost nude in front of me.

'Look at me. Do I like you?'

I stared at her, my breath was hold it back in my lungs. My hands trembled and a lot of shivers run away up and down on my skin wherever on my body.

What was happening to me?

I couldn't figure out and I even didn't have the time to because she took off my soup-stained-shirt before touching my nipples and my abdominals. Then, she went on her knees to open my pants. I was in a dirty and stink public bathroom with only my underpants on and an almost nude girl, one in front of the other.

She undertook taking her bra off letting me to see the most perfect breast I've ever seen on my entiere life. Then she strip her underpants as well, and it was stunning! There were no hair on her body under her neck. Outstanding!

She kissed me again and again, on a so passionated way I suddenly turned on. She slashed my underpants with a single move and descend on my sex to enjoy it as a newborn does with his breastfeeding. 

Everything lasted just few minutes but they were stirring! 

After, we wore our clothes on and we went out. Anybody in the bar had noticed anything. 

She thanked me a lot before getting away in the street. She didn't give her phone number or real name to me because she wasn't interested in falling in love again and so early. She was concerned I could be the One, and she didn't want to. 

I was outside the 'Starbucks', alone, but II felt me really different.

I was in the same place, just few minutes later a ghost had come into.

That ghost is a new man now, and if I got me back I'd have to thank this misterious girl descend on me from somewhere to save me. With sex.

Thank you, wherever you are. If you are.