Late October

It's funny he thought, how pain could easily turn to rage; how a broken heart could become so jaded. He didn't want to admit it, but he detested the thought of her. He didn't deserve her absence; without reason, without explanation. The sweet, soft, melodic music he once played on her guitar turned aggressive; dark. He hated her, but loved her every being. Slowly, he found himself in a rhythmic trance of loathing; downing bottles of Tennessee whiskey.

Sleepless nights eventually turned to sleepless days and insomnia set it's toll. He continued searching, but her pretty face never graced the stage. Faith, was another funny thing he thought. Faith was for those who believed, and he no longer believed.

It was late October when things started to change. At first it was her fiery red hair that caught his eye; temporarily relieving him of the mediocrity to which he called his life. She was not her, but she was breathtaking. She had walked into the bar with such passion, that his solemn heart seemingly started beating once more. Careful not to stare, he began counting the drops of condensation that fell from his glass. Lifting a brow, he caught another glimpse of the mysterious woman before him.

Although he was certain he had never met her, she had a certain familiarity that sent chills up his spine. As she moved closer to him, he felt his cheeks grow warm with perspiration. Who was this woman, he thought to himself, as he took the last of his whiskey in one swift motion.

A moment later, he felt her slender fingers wrap around his broad shoulders. "Hey Stranger, can I buy you a drink", she nearly purred as she positioned her curvaceous body into the stool to the right of him.

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