Her Nocturnal Lover (Chapter Three, page 1 of 3)


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Linda reached the club earlier than she had anticipated. Maybe because it was her second time since a week ago and she was in a merely jolly mood especially now that she'd decided to put her life back on track. She was not sure it was the best decision but well, her instincts said so after all. Linda remembered her mother's voice. How she had always advised her to listen to her inner voice. Her instincts, her heart, before she fully condemned herself on any matter. So here she was. Moving slowly towards the entrance of the club.

At the far left, she watched a couple giggling and waved them off. A tall goatee guy beckoned her but she waved him off too and found her way into the club. Alone. The loneliness killed her more than she was even willing to admit. The loneliness of having no one in life to talk to but herself, very soon, she was going to change that. She did not know how, but well, she was. Even after years of complete dissertation and solitude. The noise called her to the present and she abandoned her thoughts. Like the voice of life and humanity itself. It was noisier than it had been the other night. Linda recalled. How surprising! She mumbled with a chuckle. Only a week ago and she couldn't even figure out how she had reached her own bed. It was a torment.

She noticed about ten people she'd studied with at Rockwood Elementary, how they'd changed! Then she noticed one who'd been a tight girlfriend of hers in Junior High School. Her good friend months later, until about eight months ago when she'd gone too. She'd been cheerleader back in High school. Good old days of no sorrow but craziness about school captains. Soon after High School, Linda remembered she'd soon got bored and left to pursue a career in modeling and fashion. That had been her game although she was to later realize that she couldn't run away from fate. That both her parents would die in a train crash, that her sister would dessert her and the island. She had not foreseen that she would stay in solitude for longer than she'd ever thought she would. Talking to almost nobody, dating no body, mourning parents who were long gone.

Before her parents' death, Linda had shortly come back to Windowmill only to lose everything and bury three and a half years of her life mourning her losses and wallowing in self-pity. Her career, her parents, her sister, everything that she'd ever treasured. Brushing her thoughts off once again, she moved towards the table where the bestie aka former cheerleader sat. Her close friend in Junior High school. She could see clearly that the girl was no longer a girl and that she was a fully grown woman. With a smile, the girl, now woman, moved closer to the approaching Linda and hugged her tight.

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