Peach Silhouette

24 | new year's kiss

I glanced at myself in the mirror, sighing. I adjusted my blazer and ran my hands through my hair. My button up barely covered the scar on my collarbone and I shifted it. Finally, I decided to just go with it and make my way to the ballroom. As I walked down the hallway, the music grew louder and I entered to see everyone dancing and chatting. My phone buzzed as I walked down the stairs, and I checked it to see a new message from George.

im scared to walk in by myself dreamie

i'll wait for you at the bottom of the stairs then :D

I looked up to see him hesitantly walk down the first stair. He was wearing a pale blue blazer over an off white turtleneck sweater. I extended my arm and he placed his hand in mine. Our eyes met for a moment, and then we started laughing hysterically. 

"Let's go get some drinks." I offered, gesturing toward the bar. We each grabbed a glass of champagne and wandered away from each other over the course of the night. I kept drinking, and so did George. I'm not sure if that was the best idea, given George was most obviously a lightweight just as he was a bottom. Or huntress, as Quackity would say. 

"Ah, mamacita." 

Speak of the devil, I spun around to see Karl and Alex beckoning me over.

"Good evening, Dream. You look rather handsome." Karl complimented me kindly, and I smiled.

"You do as well, Karl. And you too, Alex."

"So, Dream, I hear things with you and George have been heating up." Alex's brown eyes were curious. 

"Indeed they have." I felt Sapnap's hand on my shoulder as he slipped past me to stand by Karl.

"Not really," I stammered, flushed. I sipped my champagne to hide my embarrassment. The bubbles fizzed pleasantly on my tongue. A loud and inherently Irish voice saved me from the conversation. 

"SCHLATT YOU FUCKING CUNT- oh hi Karl." Minx downed her glass quickly. I secretly admired her red cocktail dress, though I would never say anything out of pure fear. 

"Hello Minx." Karl greeted her, grinning. I nodded to her, slowly walking away as they began to bicker, thankful that she had saved me from an awkward conversation about my muddled relations with George. 

The night continued and I felt myself getting wobbly. Perhaps that was enough champagne. I heard people start shouting numbers, counting down from 60.

As the new year's count down began, I looked toward the door. Then, everything stopped. At the top of the stairs was George and Maia. I watched as the next few moments happened in slow motion. 

I dropped my glass, and it shattered into a million irreparable pieces like microscopic glittering daggers. I felt everyone's gaze turn to me, and then to George and Maia on the balcony.

He kissed her. 

I watched as he leaned in and his lips, the ones I had wanted for so long, touched hers. 

Hers. 

It was all a joke. A game. I never meant anything to him.