Stiletto

The Stiletto Dream

The music was soft and pleasant to the ears. Stars are placed random in the dark, and lights from little bulbs placed above our heads. I was there, 7:30 in the evening. Sitting on the white monoblock chair, resting my feet locked in my 3 inches stiletto that I wasn't used to wear.

I checked the invitation I was holding and seems like the event hasn't started yet I'm late. As I watch my schoolmates dancing with their partners I realized they've grown up. From the childish and arrogant students to romantic drowned teenagers tasting and treasuring every dance they could have.

I started to open my eyes slowly adjusting into the brightness of different colors of light.

As I fully opened my eyes I was dilated from what I saw.

A magnetizing brown eyes met my gaze. Thick eyebrows. Sharp pointed nose. Not so pink lips but a kissable sultry one.

He offered his hand and shyly asking me

"Can I have a dance with you?"

I was about to put my stiletto back but he insisted to do it. I feel like a Cinderella once in my entire living.

An acoustic song has played that supposed to have a calming effect but my heart can't help beating so fast as his hands are on my waist and my hands on his shoulders.

It's been two minutes since the music started we keep in dancing but no one of us dared to talk on start the conversation.

I nervously lift my head to face him.

"I-its been a while" I told him as I look into his eyes and remembering those moments we had together in our high school years.

"Yeah, how are you? I heard you're taking engineering course?" He ask casually.

"Yes, I was. You are taking medical course, right? That's good. I missed you"

"I missed you too. I am happy of who we are now" he replied.

"Yes. I'll be happier if we are now together." Shamelessly I said.

He just hummed and said "okay"

"Uhm, and I am now r--" he cut me off before I could finish what should I say.

"Wait a minute. My phone keeps on vibrating I think she's here"

(I am ready now. I can be your girl)

"The song is about to end, can we go back to our seats I'll just fetch my fiancee. She run some errands first that's why she's late" he told me.

"You have a fiancee?"

"Yes I have. Can't wait for you to meet her."

"You should go and see her"

"Aah, right. Let's go back to our seats now. I am sorry we haven't finished the song at least"
"It's okay. It's about to end"

As the music ends, my feelings should be gone.








"It feels so heavy in the heart. Why does it look like you made our story tragic, love?" He said.

"I just wrote it, sweetheart. Don't you worry, okay? I'll be there." I replied.