I felt light headed, so light headed I had
to leave the building.
I followed a hidden stairway up towards the
roof, the chilly night air sending goosebumps
over my skin.
I walked over to the edge, grabbing the
railing and looking down towards the busy
street below.
"You okay?" A voice said from behind me,
making me jump at the sound.
Stefan stood beside me, his hero hair lightly moving in the breeze, the moonlight shining on the right side of his face and the street lights on the other.
"Yeah-" I said, removing my eyes from him
And looking down underneath, "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine," he said. "You're pale
and you've been freaking out ever since we
got here."
He grabbed onto the railing also, following my
gaze toward a group of people below.
I took a deep breath, licking my dry lips. "I'm scared." I whispered.
He didn't answer me, and he followed
the passing car, the music blaring from its windows.
"Me too," he whispered back.
He then turned to me, placing a hand on
mine that was on the railing.
"Everything will work out," he said, watching me closely. "They will understand."
I nodded my head, biting my bottom lip as I looked back towards the night sky.
A warm hand on my cheek made me turn back
to him.
"I'm sorry about tonight," he started, watching
as I let go of my lip. "But you know it had to be done - people had to believe us."
"I know," I said, sucking in a deep breath
when his thumb started to move across my cheek.
He pulled away, clearing his throat and stepping back.
He adjusted his suit jacket once more and looked back at the door.
"We should get back," he said, running his hand through his hair.
I nodded my head, wiping my hands on
my dress.
When I looked up his hand was stretched out toward me, his fingers reaching for mine.
I didn't hesitate when I allowed him to grab my hand, intertwining our fingers together.
"Just a few more hours," he said to me as we
walked down. "Just a few more hours then we'll go home."
************************************
The rest of the night was the same, Stefan's arm wrapped around my waist as we traveled over to different people, all of them congratulating us.
My feet were starting to hurt badly, enough to make me wince with every step.
And when Stefan turned to me, eyeing at my
limp figure, he said his goodbyes, leading me
out of the room.
"I thought we were going to stay longer?" I
said, making my way down the steps.
The sudden ripple at my dress made me slip
with my heel, my body tumbling to the ground.
Stefan swiftly caught me, pulling me tight
against his body so I wouldn't fall any further.
I looked up to thank him, his face inches away from mine, and I swore our lips touched.
His hand rested at my lower waist, keeping me steady on the steep step.
