The wind blows her dark beautiful hair. Harder, James knows the hurricane come approach. Just for one second, everything just feels surreal. Looked her running to get a taxi, and James didn't do anything about it. Just watching her faces once again, just her smiles one again.
Everything feels like a fantasy for him. Christy just a few meters apart, but he just sits there. Likes she's in another dimension. He grabs his phone, ready to call her. This is very difficult for him. She threw every moment away, just like that.
"Oh, she still beautiful like usual. Should I call her? or just yelled at her? Sometimes I just want to talk, but I can't get myself a call". While he struggles in his mind, Christy just leave. Every moment he spent on his head, that little moment just gone. Without a single move.
Rain starts falling, James back at his car. What I have done? While he pities himself, the heavier the rain got. After he can't write and know he can't find something happy. Just a moment, simple happiness. Looked at the window, the water dripping so fast. Everything gets blurry.
"If I can just being water. Flow whenever it is, everything planned. I didn't have to think about what I should do tomorrow". He closes his eyes and slowly, he sleeps in the middle of the city. So soft and relaxing. There's nothing more comfortable than it was.
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Opened his eyes, James hears someone knocking at the outside. Still didn't know what happened, suddenly it darks in the outside. He opens his windows, there's a police officer. With his tidy uniform look at James wonder. James also didn't know why police come at him.
"Sir, excuse me. I've looked at you for a couple of hours. Are you alright?" the policeman looked at him worried.
"Of course, what I've done officer? Is there something wrong?" James still didn't know what's going on.
The policeman sigh, "It almost 10.30 p.m. You didn't move at all, I didn't know if you're okay."
James breathed, "Oh, I was sleeping. I didn't know it takes that long."
"It's good you alright. I thought you were dead for the first time hahaha." He laughs and walks away.
What a weird officer. He checked at his phone. Ed was called several times. James didn't realize it at all. Maybe it all because of the rain, he didn't dream. Just sleep, very pleasant. He called Ed's back, in case if there's anything important.
"Hello Ed, what's up? You call me right"
"Finally James, I tried to reach you, Jesus." Ed seems panicked.
"Is there something wrong?"
"I've called from the producer, do you want to write the script for this project? I'll explain the detail from the email,"
James keeps listening. This is a good contract but I can't write right now.
"It's good for you that will--"
"Ed, waits. I've something to tell you, this is very important."
Ed keeps silent. He knew it important so he changes his voice. Turn into a serious tone.
"What is it?"
"Meet me at the bar, the usual."
James hangs up, he can't say something so important on the phone. He starts his engine car and goes straight to the place. At least he needs to make sure Ed understands his condition right now.
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James sits at the corner, he always likes in the corner of the room. It makes everything soundless, he can think talk, and do everything he wants. He likes to watch everyone, sometimes he just sits and looked at the other people's activity. That's makes him able to have a good relationship with everyone. He makes his persona to survive in society.
He waited for Ed to comes, as usual. Ed's never late to meet someone, but if there's out of his work schedule he became a different person. Light up the cigarette, drink a couple of beers. Watching everyone at the bar is fun for him, there's someone too drunk and do some stupid stuff. A couple and some fun gang try to enjoy their young blood.
Just like another day here, he looked at the counter, there's a girl. Sitting all alone, like waiting for someone maybe. James's eyes just stopped at her. He never stopped at a specific moment before. Right now everything is centered at her. She just sits there, with her dark long hair. It just like a beautiful paint, sometimes James wants to throw something at her. Just to makes sure she's alive.
She shows a mysterious aura, it's really strong. Everybody who sees her will do the same. If there's some drunker crash a bottle and make a noise, your eyes will not go away from her. James just looked at her, so long. Times like getting slowed. He stares at her until finishes his 3rd beer and his fifth cigarette.
After several minutes, she moved her arms. Called the bartender, to get her another drink. James still looked at her intensely. Finally, she looked at him, with a flat face. They looked at each other, for a minute she tries to figure James. Then she throws her cold stunning smiles.
"Sorry I'm late, you know I didn't like to meet in the night." Ed comes and makes James distracted.
"That's okay, here's a beer,"
James gives him his beer and but his eyes are still glued at her. She nods along and enjoys her drink again. "Just like that huh". He wants to go and talk to her, but first, he needs to finish his business. He looked at Ed's faces.
"Here, I have something to tell you about," James starts with something serious. He didn't want to waste a single minute. "I can't write anymore."
Ed shocked, looked at James. Still didn't believe what he just heard. One of the youngest scriptwriters, the 6 times bestseller in the action category. He can't write anymore? That's like an arrow struck at his ears that night.