OPENING OLD FILES

Two half drunk women sat comfortably on the sofa and a man with a beard sat across from then. They were surprised to see me and said hello when I was introduced as a neighbor, but were fast to go back to their conversation. I stood leaning on the windowsill, smoking my so desired cigarette, away from the people. I could see the silhouette of the mountains and the trees in the forest. It was really clear, even though I still had tears in my eyes.  

My neighbor brought me a glass of wine. "What a special night, the stars are so bright."  He said looking out the window.

"I Know, thanks' for the wine. I think I need it." I did not care about mixing it with all the whiskey I'd already had at my party.

"What's your name." He asked

"Amanda and yours?"

"Angelo, did you get into a fight or are your eyes black from crying? "

I instantly realized it " Oh my God, my make up! Yes I was crying. This is horrible."

"He walked away and came back with a box of tissues "Tell me what happened." He wanted to know.