I sat quietly in my room, the sound of the fan a constant reminder that it needed to be fixed, my stomach growled, I let out a long sigh.
It had been months since I got a well-paying job, being a freelance architect meant that I could get paid big when good jobs came by, but it also meant that I could go broke really fast if they didn't. With no company backing me, no salary, I had to hunt for jobs, day in and day out. Not much luck in that department.
I sighed again as I stared at my empty fridge, its low hum reminding me that I was wasting electricity.
I stood to remedy that, stopped just an inch from the power switch on the wall by a knock on the door, I should have switched it off but for my silly superstitious behavior.
"Probably a sign from the gods," I thought as I walked toward the door. it was not any more than a three-step trip, if I were claustrophobic I might have long died in my sardine tin of an apartment.
"I need money," I whispered to myself.
"Who's there?"
"It's me" She didn't have to say who she was, her voice was all too familiar, I'd even heard it in my sleep.
My best friend, we've known each other for quite some time. If beauty had an emissary it would be her for me. She wasn't like a supermodel or anything, but if she did decide to do something like that, she wouldn't do too bad.
Her full lips looked like cushions I could just rest upon, her face always held my stare, as though she owned it, owned me.
Her body was a banging 7 at least, beautiful and moderate-sized c-cups, at least that's what I've thought they were since I first took interest in them.
She didn't have a huge back, it was just shapely like someone wanted to draw a love symbol and forgot to finish.
Her smile could melt my sadness to nothing, an honest gal, loving and caring, sometimes a bit too much, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Unfortunately, she was not mine, all I had of her were fantasies. I have never touched her body like a lover would neither have I felt the taste of her lips. I longed for her but longing is nothing if one does not act.
"It's open. Come in." No one did, silence returned, as though she had vanished.
I opened the door to check, maybe, just maybe the "rapture" had happened, I'd probably been left behind because of what I and my hand had been up to last night.
The old metal door creaked open to the most unexpected thing, Zee with the saddest look I had ever seen on her face.
"Hey," was all she said.
I looked back into my shabby apartment, a few clothes hung haphazardly. it would have to do. "Come in," I said extending a hand to her.
She did, dodging my hand completely and making her way to my favorite chair, my only chair!
"Whatsup?" I asked as she sat down.
