The Musician by Maria Samovarova

Having a vivid imagination I remembered
how our story begun. Short, but memorable story.
22/09/15
"Here. Take mine. I think it works”, - he said and gave me scarlet red lighter. I stopped dead and scarcely squeezed out of myself a smile as a “thank you”. We met ten minutes ago, but I already knew that I was in love. He was a friend of my classmate. Musician. All girls in town surely lost their heads over him. He had long coal-black, untidy hair, which he always tried to hide behind his ears, pearly white smile and blue, with incredibly long eyelashes, but for some reason, very sad eyes. I could feel positive energy and the AXE shower gel scent from him. Boy, he was so charming. I absolutely had no chance… "
That was my first impression of him.
12/02/16
"Wide shoulders, which I hungrily like to grab, strong and incredibly skillful hands that I love to kiss so much. I adore leaving small scratches and pinky hickeys on his soft skin just to let everyone know that he.is.mine.
And his lips ... They are so ... So dangerous. Having tried once, you will want to feel their taste and power more and more. But the only thing which you will do is moaning with notes of hope for the sweet continuation. He makes love very skillfully. You get euphoria from every his touch.
I loved to smoke after. Shamelessly, right in the bed. The whole room was filled with “Winston” fog. Total bliss! "
I never thought that we would continue hanging out. We were so different, but at the same time so similar…
I could not imagine my life without my musician.
03/05/16
"He has gone somewhere. Just slammed the door and left. Probably to the nearest bar. Gonna get drunk and come back to me begging for an apologize. Bastard!
He stinks of vodka and some terrible cigarettes. I want him to sleep on the floor. No touching.”
Sometimes things like this happened. But after a while everything was good again. I loved him and he loved me. We needed each other.
07/07/16
"Less calls. Almost no messages. What the hell? Maybe he’s decided to chill a bit? Busy? Met another?
I do not understand. Everything was so wonderful... I thought I have meant the world to him! "
08/08/16
"I feel myself disgusting. Teardrops dripping down my cheeks. I want to drink. I'll go for a bottle red dry.
I got it! He returned to her.
Ha!
Wine tastes good ... "
I don’t even know where is he  now, with whom is he, but I know for sure that he will come back. Maybe not for me, then at least for his scarlet red lighter which I didn’t return to him.
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