Smoky night! That's what you call it. A few slender tubes filled with inert gases bent perfectly in shape of English alphabets were burning bright. While the lights would have surely caught your eye balls, you would have definitely found out a few gatherings of teens near the entrance of the decorated pub. This is the very place where Sylvia met Adam. The memories of that night are still clear in her head. Similar smoky night, just with an added whims of the biting cold. She was wearing a short tube top with small silver rings all adorning her body. Her's was a group of four "hot chicks". Trimester was over and the girls wanted to have "some fun".
Adam was a lanky lad of 6ft with long hairs and guzzle eyes. Except his eyes nothing actually attracted Sylvia. She constructed these three years of memories just to forget. Was there something? Not actually. It was very eventful. She was kicked out of her house by Adam in the middle of the night just because of her inability to "cope up" with him, her ear drum being torn apart because of few strong thuds on her cheek and ears and also a few careful sessions by Adam where she was forced to see "make out" videos of him with his ex girl friend. Come on Sylvia was the weaker sex and it was pretty natural.
It is always difficult to love an addict. Adam wasn't a bad guy. Just he had his own set of priorities. He used to come back to her thousand times and tried making her understand. What more could he have done? This is what her rationale always were.
The day when she met him.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Adam asked Sylvia. The beats of some random thumping of the ceiling of the pub was pretty strong.
"Dude at least stand on your feet properly while asking girl out." Sylvia wanted to reply.
"No. Thanks. I am fine with my friends" she replied sipping from her glass and looking at the DJ.
"OK. Fine. Enjoy the party. "
"Like WTF. What does he think of himself? Anyways it's better to ignore such slouch."
A few hours later she was about to get in the loo. A sharp hand caught her wrist and took her along. After she stopped walking she could feel his fingers started combing down. She was so intoxicated that she could not figure out what exactly was happening. After ten minutes she could gradually feel that the guy whom she met before was carefully putting the garments on her body one by one. Adam asked her number. She denied. He snuggled her phone from her purse and typed in his number. Things gradually started rolling and she was not even sure on what grounds were they rolling.
At the end of three years she was already in debts because of procuring "stuffs" for him. Adam didn't use to work not he used to study. But he was a brilliant guy in his friends circle. Even among Sylivia's friends. But it always used to pinch her that for Adam drugs were first then it was her. She wasn't fighting to alter the priorities for sure. She was gradually used to with that.
The room was even darker after thirty years passed by. Just a beautiful sleek table lamp throwing away adequate luminance to brighten up the cover of the new book she bought today from Barnes and Nobles. It was "Stolen" by Lucy Christopher. She understood he was in love with addiction but she failed to realize that she, herself, was in addiction to love.
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