What? You thought I lost on accident? No. I stare after her, watching her light pink gown disappear though the pristine, white, arched ballroom doors in the hotel I've grown to hate. I can still feel her lips on mine, still taste her strawberry chapstick. The truth is that I already know her name, I already know her. I think about that as I stand in the center of the one ballroom that manages to be both the brightest thing on the fucking planet and the gloomiest, alone. How I'll most likely never feel her touch again, hear the sound of her voice, her giggle, or to just to be able to dance with her. And then I realize, I can't bare that thought. Not again. Fuck all I've worked for, there has to be a way that I can keep her... or... at least not let her go...
"Hey! Get off the floor if your not gonna dance, kid." I hear some old man yell at me as if he has the authority do to so. I slowly turn around to glare at him and he retreats, like they all do. Coward. Maybe don't yell at people, especially not the son of the fucker who owns this place and who's bones aren't on the brink of disintegrating.
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Satin Birds
RomanceMaximus: I always thought of myself as the hero, the man who could do no harm. But then I met her and I realized the only difference between a hero and a villain is perception. Because for her, I was the hero, and for anyone who looked her way...
