I listened to “Crave You (Adventure Club Remix)” while writing this, so maybe it’ll make more sense if you listened to it? Probably? I assume? (I also have no talent in spacial reasoning or writing architecture so every time I try to describe a building from the inside it makes no sense. I’m sorry. Also this was unintentionally edgy.)
The city lights were not strong enough to pierce the darkness, even with the large window overlooking the scene. The modern bed for two blended perfectly with the general elegant vibe of the room. The lamp sat on a small table beside the bed, almost walled in by a pile of books because the tall, black bookcase was already overflowing with others. Red carpet covered the entire floor and was now almost a black, lacking the proper lighting to make it seem bold. The black walls and ceiling created a lack of concrete shadows, even from the one light source in the room.
She sat in front of the mirror, a whole palette of eyeshadow and lipstick and foundation arranged neatly in front of her. Her gaze was strong as she looked over the options in front of her, and she plucked three of each and disregarded the rest.
A pale foundation, as to not overpower the other colors.
A pure red lipstick to contrast the black and gold of her dress.
A black eyeshadow, to keep it simple.
She applied each step, watching herself turn from a simple plain, respectable girl into a gorgeous, stunning temptress.
She puckered her lips, bored of her transformation. Slipping into her long thin dress, she checked herself in the full length mirror in the corner of her room. She looked at herself, no expression on her fake, plastered face.
She draped a pure gold necklace around her long neck and added a diamond ornament to her hair to make the costume complete.
She slipped on her heels, causing a click to radiate throughout the hall as she walked out onto the platform overlooking the ballroom. The crowd slowly turned and looked at her, mesmerized by her appearance. She put on a fake smile, her eyes scanning the crowd for that one person. That one person she did all of this for.
She spotted him.
Talking to another woman. Ignoring her.
She blinked, her fake smile never breaking. She waved to the still awed crowd. She walked down the steps, greeting people on the way that she had never known and probably still wouldn’t care about even after talking. She forced herself through the maze of people to try and see the one person.
She spotted him. Her mouth dried when she saw who he was with.
She was a beautiful girl with almost no trash wiped on her face. A gorgeous girl with a plain dress, not draped in gold. She was laughing. A sincere laugh.
And he was laughing, too.
Her heart cracked. She watched, frozen, at the exchange happening between this handsome man she wanted and this beautiful woman she envied.
She blinked, feeling the tears building up. She turned, her heels clacking as she walked away from the heartbreak. She ended up outside, in an alley beside her mansion.
She dropped to her knees. A random liquid from a puddle splashed onto her knees and front, but she fell anyway. She sobbed, wiping away the makeup, her false persona, everything.
Why did she bother? Nothing ever ended in her happiness. All the men she had been with had never really put in actual effort to keep her. She had lost all of her friends due to either jealousy or time constraints. Money meant nothing to her unless she could use it for a good purpose.
She hiccuped, laying down on the disgusting ground, because that’s what she deserved. She felt her hair fall out of the bun and into the puddle. She really didn’t care. If she ended up dying, she had no disagreements.
There was no reason to live if she wasn’t happy.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to do anything but lie there on the cold ground.