A rolling dice
It was one of the hottest summer days and yet she had never felt colder. The emptiness she let sinking in while staring out of the penthouse window was numbing. Las Vegas Boulevard was alive. Thousands of people swarmed the Strip hungry for the next fix of escape from reality. The phone buzzed on the table next to her, shaking the pile of 20,000 dollars-worth of casino chips against the glass tabletop. The pile was surreally smaller than she would have expected. The amount that would solve all her debt problems was but change here in the Sin City. Heaviness filled her body, when she forced to break her gaze and reached for her old Samsung. Her heart sank at the thought of seeing his name on the screen. She was not in a hurry to check the phone. As she took it from the table, she gently let her fingers slide across its red shredded case and smiled. It was full of little pieces protruding out of the case falling off, piece by piece, leaving patches of black basis underneath. She thought of the day she had bought the red case a year and a half ago. It was the week before she met him. She let out a brief ironic laugh at the realization of how much the case reflected the emotional rollercoaster she had been going through. It was her Dorian Grey’s portrait, deteriorating under the weight of her soul ever since he came into her life. “I will make it right. I promise.”, said the text.
