My day couldn't get any worse, my favourite sweater tore, I failed a test and the one place with questionable morals just rejected job application because of my age.
Just as I was about to leave this surprising good-looking bar a guy pulls my hand.
"Hi there pretty lady" he slurs, clearly very drunk.
"Let me go," I snap, and break from his hold.
He just gets closer, I could smell the alcohol in his breath, "Aw don't be like that"
A girl shorter that me with midnight black hair, pushes him back
"She asked you to back off," she says, and I stare dumbfounded.
The guy staggers, drunk off his knockers, "look her little girlie, I wanna talk to the one next to ya so move along will ya?," he says.
"No," the girl in front of me says stubborn.
Anger clouds his face and for a second I wonder if he was just acting drunk.
"I don't hit girls so move"
Her only reply is, "I don't care" before she lands a punch on his face
I stand there just watching as my brain reboots.
He spits out blood from his mouth before he turns to us, "you shouldn't have done that."
They start throwing punches at each other, everyone in the bar cheering and the bar owner exasperated saying, "not again." I just pinch myself, wondering if I am dreaming.
By the end of it, it's the black-haired girl who is half the size of the guy who wins.
She turns and looks at me.
she has porcelain white face, midnight hair reaching only till her shoulders, her hair covering her left eye, dark blue eye that was visible through the hair strands, her right eye just as beautiful was a combination of gray and black, swirling around like a storm.
I was tempted to touch her to see if she was truly real.
"Name's Hunter, Nyx Hunter. Nice to meet ya" she says extending her hand.
I seemed to have finally picked up my jaw from the floor because I shake her hand, "Mac, Mac Burns."
Somehow my name is what stuns her.
"Mac as in Mac and cheese?" she asks with a twinkle in her eye.
I wonder if I should say the truth.
"…..yes…" I say unconfidently.
We stare at each other for a movement before she snorts and breaks out in laughter.
And I just stare at her more as a smile creeps into my face.
The world mutes around and for a movement it feels like it's just me and her here.
And that where it all began.
The tale of our tragic love.