The northern wind was blowing south, carrying the lilies and dandelions with it. The sky was a mix of light blue and the last of the evening sun. It was Valentine's Day, and everyone was exchanging chocolates, teddy bears, flowers, and caresses. And in the middle of it all was Heather. She was a young woman in her early 20s, but not like the rest of the lovebirds around her. She was her own special kind of beautiful. Her hair was a long, flowing black like that of a raven. Her small, pointy nose stood out against the rest of her face. Her lips were like palm leaves, but the dark eyeliner around her mouth accentuated that feature as well. Her eyes looked black from a distance, but they were a warm brown in the light. Her small, sharp nose complemented her soft, smooth chin and her short, defined jawline. She was short, but she didn't need to be tall to be noticed. Her small, pointed breasts and waist contrasted nicely with her curves. She had a cute dimple that only made its presence known when she smiled, and it looked especially cute with her rabbit teeth and pinkish gums. her cheeks were swollen a bit making her face seem to be round . short was her height . her breasts were round, small with pointy nipples. her wasplike waist that added more beauty to her voluptuous young feminine body She had a one side dimple that chose to appear unexpectedly most especially when she smiled, her pinkish gums and rabbit teeth would be exposed enabling her receive various gazes from the surrounding people . Even in her early twenties ,Heather had her life goals set most especially when it came to relationships having been through a few herself ,she didn't require a lot to know how to love and how it was done and on this day she was ready to show him how to amuse him
Heather strolled the streets with her face glowing with glee, her hands held a gift box well wrapped. She strolled toward a lavish building that was painted in white and gold. It was well-constructed with eight floors and an inbuilt elevator. The building was well erected with potted plants at the window sill and had a well-dressed doorman in a dark maroon and gold suit. Heather happily greeted the doorman, who handed her a well-trimmed rose. Her heart was full of glee as she asked him, "Oh, Jack, thank you. Are these some of the roses from your garden?"
Oh Jack thank you are these one of the roses from your garden
yes my fair lady and more await your embrace , enjoy your stay on this lovely day
She trolled around a bit as she crossed the expensively designed reception hall, she warmly greeted the staff members as her acquaintances.
As she got to her floor, the elevator stopped, the doors opened, and Heather carefully walked out into the hallway. She was used to this corridor, it had many memories for her, and the walls were familiar to her. The mere thought of what the night had in store for her sent shivers up her spine. With each step, she could feel her heart racing faster and faster . She arrived at a mahogany door. The door was slightly open, so she didn't see the need to knock and walked in. She placed her keys in a basket that was full of other keys, changed her shoes, and slowly walked in, expecting to see him before he could see her. However, the universe had other plans. As she walked , she saw lingerie that didn't belong to her. It scared her a bit, but she continued on. The floor was covered with clothes and at first she thought she was in the wrong apartment. But she was sure it was her boyfriend's so she went to see what was up. Her eyes were not ready for what they landed on, and she held her mouth tightly in shock. It was her boyfriend seriously mounting some other girl that wasn't her. She felt her heart shatter in a million glasses. She slowly murmured "Marcus?"
This startled the male figure that was eagerly intimate with the other girl he turned immediately tried to cover himself with a bedsheet as he asked
What are you doing here?
Am it's Valentine's and we always spend it together....and her tongue became heavy and it was difficult for her to phrase the sentence she wanted to , knowing that she wasn't in the right mind she just asked him to call her when he's done, then she rushed out as though her life depended on it . Heather never turned back as Marcus called her name. She hurried to the elevator with stinging tears in her eyes. As she rushed down the hallway, she ran into some people, and could only manage to murmur a sorry and keep rushing. Luckily for her, there was a cab waiting for someone outside. She hopped in and asked the driver to take her somewhere she could be until she felt better. After holding back tears for a few moments, she gave him instructions to take her home. Once she got to the door and entered, she turned off her phone, took off her clothes, and got in the bath. Then, she turned on the heater and just dissolved herself in the water.
The next day Heather woke up at midday with the sun brightly through the few openings of her curtains. With barely any energy, she stands up in her pajamas trying to contemplate whether to go out or not even though she knew she had to. Her heartbeat was no more, and her chest was filled with a strange negative feeling that she hadn't felt in a while. It was as if her insides were fighting against each other. Heather sat by her laptop and started scribbling anything that came into her mind. Deep in her thoughts, she heard someone knocking at her door, so she opened it, only to find Marcus standing at the door.
Marcus had fair skin with dark brown, thick, bushy eyebrows. He had a round nose and wide, puffy pink lips. He had a slight indentation in his chin that somehow made him look more masculine. His beard was always perfectly groomed around his sideburns and the bottom of his chin. His eyes were clear, wide, and they darted around, making anyone who looked at them feel unnerved. He was muscular, but his muscles felt softer than cushions. Some areas of his skin had thick hair and others didn't. Every time he looked at Heather, his eyes twinkled.
May we talk? he asked her, his voice trembling with guilt. She walked back in without answering him. He followed her from behind. The room was filled with such awkward silence that a needle drop could have been heard if it had fallen. Say something, Heather thought to herself. It was as if Marcus said, I am really sorry. I don't know what came over me, but you know that I love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you. Heather was quiet. She didn't know what to do, or if she should believe him. Marcus read the room and came close to her and hugged her from behind to comfort her but she was still hurting deeply from inside