“I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Twilight
Rain pouring down the heavens on an early Sunday evening. Her face gloomy, rethinking her life choices. It had been over 15 minutes. The busses are never punctual. A black umbrella hanging from her left arm. The roof of the station protecting her from the water. She texted two friends without hoping for a response. Borne alone, die alone. No one is your friend. The water kept playing in the background while her mind wondered into the timeline of her life. Finally, the yellow light of the bus announced her pending departure and she stepped into the rain. The umbrella still tucked under her arm. A brief taste of freedom.
She stepped into the vehicle wondering about the flat platform she was standing on. What if there were no walls? The illusion of safety.
She looked at her reflection in the plexiglass wall in front of her. A black dressed woman in a long grey vest staring back at her. Left leg resting on the right one. Her arms hovering the umbrella like a sceptre. The white mask, a whiff from the Middle Ages.
She got off into the rain. Waiting for something that would change her life. How long? How long until the day she would be happy. It doesn’t matter which way you choose when you have no idea where you are headed. All the struggle for nothing. A young man staring at her. A couple standing in the dark. Undefined shapes passing by before her eyes. The past gone, the future lurking around the corner. Nothing mattered anymore. She was ready. Bring it on.
Aromatic deception 