Waiting - Eisuke Ichinomiya
An attempt at a little angst - not 100% sure about this. Let me know what you think. May go with another idea and delete haha.
It was as if I could feel a sickness beginning to stir vigorously in the pit of my stomach; something akin to the feeling of melancholy laced intricately with rage and sugar dusted with regret. The bright; art style night skies of Tokyo filtered in through the penthouse lounge windows to wash over me; a romantic comedy buzzing on the ridiculously oversized tv which I had no interest in; nor could I make out through blood shot, tired eyes. A numbness; a feeling of rejection had pulsed and flooded through my veins.
Crossing and uncrossing my legs over and over and over again uncomfortably, I sunk further down into the grand leather sofa and fixated my eyes on the underwear I’d placed on the coffee sidetable to my left – the underwear that I’d found on the floor beside our bed – a lacy, tiny red pair that just oozed with sex appeal and instant betrayal. Words tried to slip from my lips; songs of a broken bird agitated and upset, yet instead only a sigh escaped – no words at all to be said. They weren’t mine – the underwear that is – the inventory of what I owned; of what Eisuke liked and approved played over and over inside my head and this; finding this, meant a combination of three things. One – there was another woman; - ha, what a surprise. Two – he had cheated on me. Three – worst of all; he had lied to me.