The One Night Stand

The Forgotten Mate 3.

The One Night Stand.

" Who are you????" I asked this man, His face hidden behind his Dragon mask.

" Do you want to get drunk and sleep together" He asked me his voice with so much authority,My life was already ruined and there was no need trying risky things and so I gave him a glass of wine and he sat behind me.

In the dimly lit room, where the scent of wine lingers heavy in the air, I find myself lost in a haze of intoxication. The weight of my sorrows presses upon me, threatening to crush my spirit entirely. But in the midst of my despair, a figure emerges from the shadows, his face concealed by a mask.

As he draws near, stumbling slightly in his drunken state, I catch a glimpse of his eyes through the openings of his mask. They hold a glimmer of understanding, as if he, too, carries a burden that seeks solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol.

He reaches for a bottle, his movements unsteady yet purposeful, and pours himself a drink. His hands shake, matching the tremors of my own as I raise my glass once more. Our eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between us, and we take a sip simultaneously.

The wine burns its way down my throat, intertwining with the heaviness in my heart. A moment of silence hangs in the air, pregnant with the weight of unspoken pain. And then, as if compelled by an unseen force, the words spill from my lips, unfiltered and raw.

"I've endured so much," I confess, my voice barely a whisper. "The rejection, the cruelty... It's become too much to bear."

" My Family or should I say my tormentors hate me !!!! They have inflicted so much pain on me,I hate myself and my existence because of them!!!! I have no idea how to get out of this bondage ,I feel so much pain in my heart !!!" I said burst in immediate tears.

He listens, his gaze fixed upon me with an intensity that matches my own desperation. The mask may obscure his features, but his presence exudes a palpable empathy. I find myself divulging the depths of my sorrow, recounting the torment that has plagued me for far too long.

With each word, the burden upon my soul grows lighter. The mask-wearing stranger absorbs my pain, offering a sanctuary for my lamentations. He does not interrupt, but his eyes speak volumes, conveying a shared understanding of the darkness that consumes me.

As the night progresses, the boundaries between us blur, both in our inebriation and our shared vulnerability. Our conversations dance upon the precipice of despair and hope, tangled threads of solace woven between us. The room becomes a sanctuary, shielding us from the harsh realities that await beyond its walls.In the warmth of the wine and the gentleness of his touch, we find a temporary respite from the anguish that has consumed our lives. The barriers that divide us crumble, and the desire for human connection surges forth.

Without warning,He leaned and kissed me,I was about to hesitate and then I realized I had nothing to loose and I leaned forward and started to kiss him back. Without contemplation and several touches we started to make love in our drunken state unsure of who this man was,I just kept responding to his touches.

Our bodies entwine, seeking solace in each other's embrace. In that fleeting moment, the world outside fades into insignificance, and all that matters is the intoxicating connection between two wounded souls.

I slept off in his arms and for once after a long,I felt peace and I felt happiness.

As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the window, my eyes flutter open, my body heavy with the remnants of wine-induced slumber. As consciousness slowly seeps back into my weary mind, I reach out, searching for the presence that had provided a fleeting solace in the night.

But the space beside me remains cold and empty, a stark reminder of the transitory nature of our encounter. The mask-wearing stranger has vanished, leaving behind only a lingering ache within my heart. The room feels colder now, devoid of the warmth that had briefly thawed the depths of my despair.

Confusion and disappointment tangle within me, a storm of emotions threatening to overwhelm my fragile state. I had allowed myself to be vulnerable, to find solace in the arms of a stranger, only to be left adrift once more. The remnants of our shared intimacy cling to my skin, a bittersweet reminder of a connection that now feels like a distant dream.

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as the weight of reality crashes upon me. I am alone once more, left to face the torment of my existence without the temporary reprieve that he had provided. The room, once a sanctuary, now serves as a stark reminder of the harsh reality that awaits beyond its confines.

With trembling hands, I reach for the discarded remnants of our encounter, my fingers tracing the empty spaces he once occupied. But there is nothing left except for the echoes of his presence, now fading like whispers in the wind. I cling to the remnants of our connection, desperate to hold onto something that is slipping away.

A profound sense of loss settles upon me, threatening to consume me whole. I had allowed myself to hope, to believe that perhaps, even in the depths of my despair, I had found a glimmer of light. But now that light has vanished, leaving behind only the darkness that had haunted me

" Who was this man that brought me so much happiness"