It's about moving on

9: Of Masquerades &Luke

"See,
How the most dangerous thing is to love
How you will heal and you'll rise above"

Achilles, come down- Gang of youths.

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The luna masquerade. An annual event that targeted the hopeless romantics, like the ex-me. It included the whole student body of our school, in hopes of meeting their happy end, but as I said before, that's not that way the world works, it ain't funny, it ain't pretty, it ain't sweet. I wasn't intending to attend this year's, but James insisted for me to be his plus-one.

This year's theme is dark academia, which made the process of dress choosing and convincing me on attending easier. I have got a whole dark wardrobe, so I didn't bother buying new items. I had this one mauve ball gown that had dark tulle cascading down that I thought would do the job. I got it last year in hopes of attending an honouring ceremony for a dance contest. However, the dance studio I partook in didn't win that year.

Its beauty was in its simplicity. It left the shoulders exposed to an extent due to the dainty fabric of the sleeves. The sweetheart neckline of it was decently covering my chest area without making it look awkward or messy, and the waist area was narrow, but it hugged it elegantly, then it gracefully flowed till the floor.  Due to the shortness of my current hair, I had to make more volume by curling the tips and adding some small purple flowers in it. I also added small touches of makeup to remove the faults of my skin, merely a purple wing of eyeliner and a rose matt lipstick. And finally, to finish off the look, I had black stilettoes and a pale purple mask. 

James decided to be extra generous that he agreed even on being my ride, which is a little bit suspicious. Knowing that he usually leaves me to suit myself at every party we go to, but he justified it today with that he wants to make things up for me, which isn't convincing somehow. He kinda became close with Justin that he even started to join us at lunches, see? Creepy.

We have arrived at the town's hall where the party is held and let me be honest, the decoration committee did their best. The town hall usually gives the passers-by the boring formal aura, but today it looked superb as if it was an ancient Victorian ballroom. I was amazed, it felt as if I was wandering in one of the historical romance novels. 

I thought for a moment that I was a Juliet for some Romeo in the ball. Apparently, the music,  the rose gold accessories, the roman/greek statues and the intimate victorian painting that were adorning the walls were calling for me like the sirens, asking me to drift deeper into the building, so I can admire the details, and that, I did. 

I didn't notice that I strolled away from James until I found myself standing alone near the waltzing couples that were filling the dance floor, which made a desperate sigh escape for my lips. I am so cynical. I say that I am so over love, yet I crave it. Believe that I have a strong sense of independence, still, my emotions get attached to the first guy that gives me the attention. I wish I could grasp a glimpse of what love feels like. However, a girl can hope.

I was in my own wonderland when a voice startled me. "I wonder why such beauty stands alone while the dance floor is ahead of hers. No suitable man, I presume, so may I have the honour of dancing with you?" I stood motionless after realizing who the voice did belong to. 

He stood there, all high as if he owned the ball, which he might consider his parent's bank accounts. A white tux with a golden mask was what he was wearing, it seemed that he wanted to pull the soft angelic look, but the mask and his hair colour were of the same tone, so it emphasized the sharp devilish aura of him. I was too blind to notice that when we were one, love was blind indeed. 

My anger toward him started to be morphed on my face, so I spoke. "You had multiple chances of having such an honour yet you declined. Now, it is my time to decline. I don't want to waste my energy on a meaningless dance, it is undignifying if you ask me. You should look for your lover instead."