The Ending Without The Beginning

metimes creeps me out. What happens to us after we die? This is a question that will never get an answer anytime soon. They say dying for the people you love makes

he died because of cancer two years ago, and as for my father. I have no idea who he is. According to my mom, he abandoned us when I was three years old. She never mentioned him, and I have no idea what he looks like or what his name i

s. I am a law student. School is a pain in the ass, but I made a promise to my mother, and I

akes my day better is when I get back and continue reading my books. They are the only thing I will have with me for the rest of my life. They'

een looking forward to this day. I have started looking for a new job with good pay so I co

inishing everything I close the store and go straight to my next torture. I work as a bartender at a popular nightclub. The salary is good, but being a female bartender is difficult. Many p

eaches the counter. He puts his hands over his face and appears to be distressed. Wit

ays softly. By his accent,

looking at them without doing anything. I make every effort not to adore his features as much as I want to. His eyes began to glance at me confusedly as I realized that he had given his order and that I

e seems so familiar. Those curly hairs and his features reminded me of someone, but I can't put my finger on who. Those deep brown eyes hide something I'm in des

anning all of me. It's been twenty minutes as he has bee

eady to tear up. He seems to be trying to drown his pain with al

ch him and lean on the counter. "Don't you think you drank enough, big boy?" Big boy. What the fuck was this? Where did I come

ty simile?" he asks with his deep

appened? Did he just

bar and I won't be able to serve any more drinks," I exp

" he asks, looking at me with those lovely baby

wing what else to say. He smiles back at me as h

, even though he had no idea who I was. I pushed this thought to the back of my mind and decided

tion?" I say as I walked away from the counter, I pointed at his condition. I

r and seated him on the passenger side. "I'm

me in the eyes as a slight smile appears on his face, causing a str

top calling me pretty smile, and l

our name, pretty smile?" he asks, hi

number. We waited for over 10 minutes, not saying anything and in complete silence,

ely name," he says lo

y a soft smile fo

waiting for him to say something. He comes closer and lands a gentle kiss on my cheek. I stood there, my eyes wide open, un

lace, I begin walking. I looked at my phone to check what time it was. The time was 3:48. As I walked, I began to think about all that had happened earlier. He kissed me on the

or and pressed number three. As soon as the elevator door opened on my floor, I went directly to my apartment door and got in. I removed my shoes an

car key was in my pocket. I forgot to give him his car key. My thoughts flashed back to

I'm a messy girl. I didn't eat anything since I was so exhausted, so I simply lay down in my c