Why are you here (Irina Rose P.O.V)

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I got ready as fast as I could. It was just 7 : 0 0 so I should make it to work early, that is if there were no unwanted complications. I grabbed my keys and then came out of my apartment. As I was locking my door, a familiar scent filled my nostrils. It was dear ol' Johan.

"What do you want?" I snarled, my voice clearly filled with anger and my head trobbing.

"Um..." Johan stumbled.

"Why are you here?" I asked dismissively after realising he is not worth me showing my emotions.

"What happened um... was..." Johan stumbled.

"Cat got your tongue. Why would you come here to display your idiocy I do not have the time for that or do not tell me you became dumb, that you can not speak so Lisa left you" I said dismissively.

"How dare you speak about Lisa and me like that!" Johan shouted.

"Whatever, I have nothing to do with you or Lisa and you know what I am out of here. Enjoy staring at my door" I said sounding totally unbothered.

I double checked my lock and then sauntered past him, flicked my hair and then swayed my hips. I totally felt him looking at me with lascivious eyes, who does he think he is, thank goodness I did not allow that scum to taint me. I might be happy he did not taint me, might have sauntered past him while flicking my hair and looked indifferent but my heart was in shambles. First loves were not regarded so highly if it was easy to get over them. It took every bit of my will power to walkout confidently, showing no signs of weakness or nervousness.

At work, I made no leeway, break throughs or whatever it was also called. I could barely concentrate. My mind was constantly filled with mental images of me catching Johan with Lisa. I guess there is no way I can get over Johan in a short time, he was my first love afterall.

First loves would be lack meaning if they did not force you to remember them, if you could just forget them. They would not be precious memories if they were not one of the major highlights of one's love life.

Speaking about love life, I have determined to never go back to Johan, to lower myself to his very low level and wait on him. I certainly will not get back together with a scum that calls himself a man.

I wonder why I got together with him. Was it the flowers 💐? the shameless teasing ? the flirting? the kisses 💋? the supposedly heart felt words? Perhaps, once upon a time, we had something real but it got destroyed in the face of temptation so it was not actually something real.

I still remember when he asked me out. It was during Winter and since I had previously told him I entertained zero thoughts about boys and relationships at the moment, he knelt in front of my house on his bare knees wearing a Summer outfit shouting

"I will not get up and can even die here unless you tell me you will entertain some thoughts about boys and relationships, specifically with me"

It was not romantic but domineering and lack lustre, he did not even bring me flowers or play music, he just shouted. He did not even have to stay on the snow for up to 15 seconds as I rushed up to him and said Yes.

I had never seen a proposal to or gotten asked out or even had friends which was why I was contented with Johan's stupid proposal. I might have said I did not entertain thoughts of boys and relationships but that was because I had never been asked out before, I was trying to save some face afterall no one wanted to loose face.

We never did anything romantic but I was content and thought he was too since I thought lovers did not have to necessarily do romantic stuff, that they just needed love and each other. I must have been so dumb and naive back then to be okay with that. But he's out of my life now and my life will definitely be better without him.

06 : 00 pm, that same day

I walked wearily into my house. I had not done anything taxing but felt completely tired, so much that I felt like I could not even lift a finger.

I dropped myself on the couch too tired to even go to my room. But I had some work to do since I was absent minded at work and could not do anything meaningful. I took out my pad from my bag and then started doing my work. I was currently trying to design an avant grande limited edition set.

I took off my coat and placed it on the floor. I was completely in work mode. Inspiration was just flowing through me and I drew one of my best works. In the midst of my drawing I heard a fairly baritone voice and it seemed to be coming from my room.

I placed the pad on the couch and walked quietly towards my room door. As I got nearer the voice became louder and I wondered how I did not hear the voice when I came in. As I was about to touch the door knob I had clearly a male voice singing loudly. I do not know what song it was since the only sentence there I actually registered before I blanked was '🎶 beauty and the beast 🎶'.

My heart started to beat loudly, someone had broken into my house, a guy or perhaps a girl with a male voice. The person could even be in my shower singing or something. The door know turned and at that moment my heart fell in my mouth. Strangely, Charmante was the one at the door. As I was about to comment I heard a voice coming from Charmante, it seemed like he was trying to suppress it before bit could not and it broke out.

"🎶 oh shit, Rose you are back. I can totally explain 🎶" Charmante sang leaving me shocked.

My eyes rolled and then I fainted, clearly this was too much for me.

"🎶 great just great 🎶" I heard Charmante sing before I totally went out.