meant to be yours | d.w

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"Meet her in aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light. Which heaven to gaudy day denies"

A/N: It's almost pride month yay! This chapter most certainly correlates with it and I love it :)

November 24th 1963

Thanksgiving night, the lights shine bright. One could not live an ordinary life as they rushed through the hearth in their disguise.

Rebecca knew a place. A place where they could sneak in.

Giving Meghan a shawl to disguise her skin, they ushered in. They were frantic as they attempted to pick the lock with spare keys they kept dangled on loose key rings.

Meghan lightly pushed Rebecca to the side as she dug through her pockets. The glint of something small and sharp shone through the night, the lamp casting a glow on what looked to be a bobby pin.

"Like in Nancy Drew?" Rebecca said.

Meghan looked up at her as the door unlocked. What they were doing was insane. What they were doing was illegal. But if they even tried to go through the front door, Meghan would be turned away.

"Yes, and this place better be worth it. Where did you even take me? I shouldn't be out right now."

"I promise I would never to anything to put you at harms way." I reassured.

I remember seeing pictures about this place in Kristy' suitcase. Twelve year old me was intrigued by how guilty I felt just looking at the pictures of Kristy when she was in her youth. Of course, the place was older, but miraculously, it was still up and running.

Here, in this picture, she stands with her arm around a girls waist. A girl with long black hair. I never found out her name. Her pink coated fingernails resting on her waist as the black haired girls black nails collided with her hand.

The back of the photograph, telling the date and location of this event told Rebecca everything she needed to know.

I couldn't get the idea of this exotic place out of my mind. At least, not until I began to notice how I craved those moments where me and Megan were truly alone with few distractions. I remember, wanting her in a way I couldn't define.

We hustled in, so idiotic for making our current choices.

Whenever I close my eyes and look back on this very moment, I want to imagine that all was perfect. I want to believe that I held her hand extra tight in that dim bar.

But really, all I can think is just how ignorant I was. How I could be such a fool to bring Meghan to that bar. Yes. That's what I was. Nothing short of an old fool. I detest how ignorant I was. How I made that quick decision all to explore something that I wanted to see more of.

Because even so called 'kind' people can be selfish.

Me and Meghan were, in a sense, lost. We were far too young to be here. We shouldn't be here. I didn't know why the hell I brought us here.

I think it had somewhat to do with this curiosity that I simply couldn't let go. But is curiosity who I, in the end, can blame for this mess?

It all happened very quickly. Her pulling me to a corner where we would be less noticeable. I followed her with equal enthusiasm. I felt like I was somewhere where I didn't have to play pretend. Where I could embrace her the way we did in secret.

Her hands gripped my waist, pulling me into her as she stroked my just below shoulder length hair. I could hear the way she breathed against me, but most of all, I could feel it. My hands pressed against her back as we stayed in this embrace that brought me into a trance.