Lemon Like Love

Ballet-Break

~Next day~

~Lenna's pov~

The sunlight peered through the curtains of my window , casting warm rays of golden light onto the wooden floor. I could hear the gentle chirping of birds outside, signaling the start of a new day. As I stretched and yawned, I couldn't help but feel like I was forgetting something. I brushed off the nagging feeling, deciding that it was probably just my mind playing tricks on me. With a content sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and planted my feet on the floor. The familiar creaking of the floorboards greeted me as I made my way towards the window, drawn by the allure of the sun-kissed morning, until I froze. The memories of last night came rushing back to me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of my consciousness. The bar, the laughter, the drinks flowing freely, and the hazy conversations blurred together in a whirlwind of excitement. But then a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as I realized what I had done. The events of the night blurred the line between right and wrong. I basically harassed Matteo! I cringed as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. How could I have let myself become so consumed by the moment, oblivious to the boundaries I had crossed?

God not only thinks I'm a murderer but also a sexual assaulter.

I felt a wave of shame wash over me, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. How could I have let my actions become so distorted in the heat of the moment? The memories of our playful banter and innocent flirtation now felt tainted, overshadowed by the weight of my inappropriate behavior. It was as if a dark cloud had settled over our once lighthearted connection, and I couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at my conscience.

I fell to the floor, tugging at my hair. WHY?! Why DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME? I clenched my fists, feeling the frustration surge through every fiber of my being. It seemed like no matter how hard I tried, I always managed to ruin the good things in my life. The echoes of my own self-loathing filled the room, bouncing off the walls and mocking me relentlessly.

I thought, Let me go for a jog to calm myself down. Maybe the fresh air and physical exertion would help clear my mind and release some of the pent-up emotions. I quickly changed into my workout clothes and laced up my running shoes, determined to outrun the negativity that consumed me. Stepping outside, I was greeted by a cool breeze that gently brushed against my face, offering a sense of solace amidst the chaos within. I started off at a slow pace, allowing my body to warm up gradually as I focused on the rhythm of my footsteps hitting the pavement. Each stride brought a momentary distraction from the overwhelming weight of what I had done. As I continued to jog, the heaviness in my chest began to dissipate, replaced by the rhythmic cadence of my breath. But as I pushed myself harder, a familiar sensation crept in—a tightness in my chest that made it hard to breathe. I slowed down, taking deep breaths and reminding myself to stay calm.

"I need water, " I mumbled to myself. Looking around, I realized I had strayed far from my usual jogging route and was now in an unfamiliar part of town. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and the hot sun beat down on my back, intensifying the need for hydration. Ah shit, How did I get so distracted?

Just then, I heard music playing. It was faint at first, barely audible over the sound of my own heavy breathing, but as I turned the corner, the melody grew louder. Following the sound, I found myself standing in front of a small park, where a group of people had gathered for an impromptu outdoor concert. The vibrant notes of a guitar filled the air, accompanied by the rhythmic beats of a drum. Intrigued, I approached the makeshift stage and found myself mesmerized by the talent before me. The musicians played with such passion and skill that I couldn't help but forget about my thirst for a moment. Waah, they were amazing...

"Everybody!!! DANCE YOUR HEART OUT!" The drummer yelled into the mic. As soon as the drummer's words echoed through the park, a wave of excitement swept over the crowd. Without hesitation, everyone in attendance began to move to the music, their bodies swaying and grooving in sync with the lively rhythm. Laughter filled the air as strangers turned into dance partners, spinning and twirling with infectious joy. The park transformed into an impromptu dance floor, with people of all ages and backgrounds coming together to share in this moment of pure bliss. I blinked in surprise, but before I could process anything, everyone suddenly stopped and stared at me. My heart skipped a beat as their gazes bore into me, and I felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up my neck. The silence that followed was deafening, and I could almost hear the thoughts racing through their minds. Was I not supposed to be here? Did I do something wrong? I nervously fidgeted with my hands, searching for an explanation to break the tension that had enveloped the once vibrant atmosphere. Finally, a warm smile spread across the face of the drummer.