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19 Second to Last Dance

Stella prospective:

Photography Quote:

"Photography is the art of making memories tangible."
– Destin Sparks

Who knew Jay and I would become this close once again, I finally feel some relief being close to someone other than Zion. Being in someone else's arms. I still hurt; I haven't moved on from loving him in a long shot. I just feel like I'm back to being a college student, instead of feeling hopeless 24/7. I told myself I would loosen up. It was hard at first when I had guys walking up to me, asking why I was hiding so much skin. But I saw, they walked up to me to see the little skin up close that I was showing. There's a slit right in the middle of my chest, showing just enough boob and skin to make a guy wonder. All of the guys that came to me were always looking down there, asking why, my shoulders and thighs weren't showing like my normal type of clothes. "Why have you changed your style? Why aren't you showing off your beautiful body like normal?" They would ask. Jay got annoyed with them asking me the same questions over and over again.

"Let me act as your bodyguard for the rest of the dance, these guys are pissing me off, asking the same questions over and over again. They're not even making eye contact with you" Jay whispered into my ear, I felt his hot breath on my neck, it made me shiver so I laughed.

"Sure, why not. It would kind of be like how we were back then. You always seem to like protecting me, but you were a biter when I would disapprove of you always protecting me. Sometimes you would do it for fun just to tease me" I smirk, talking to agents in his ear, softly. I feel his hand touch my shoulder, sliding off part of my black cardigan, just to show part of my left shoulder.

"Oh... Like this" he said, pulling me close to his chest, then softly taking a bite of my skin. I make a weird noise, not on purpose but he laughs deeply as he presses his teeth into my shoulder. Just enough to leave a bite mark.

"You haven't really changed, have you?" I laugh. We make eye contact, and when I do, in his brown eyes, I see a type of desire, similar to Zions. I look away blushing. I felt flustered and all I could do was stare at the floor. I feel one of his hand's rests on my hip. I quickly turn around and I wish I hadn't because I spot Jason. My whole-body shakes, as I stare at him and Zion talking.

"Hey... Stella, are you alright?" Jay asks. I was speechless, but Zion's eyes made me look away, I looked up at Jay, smiling weakly.

"Nothing, sorry just spaced out for a bit" I answered.

"Are you sure?" He asks, as he looks around, to see what I was looking at. I hold onto his tux, to stop him from looking around. Just so it wouldn't temp me to look back at him. But as I do that I Make eye contact with Zion. How did he move that quickly to the other side of the bar? Jay is taller than me, most people where, but he slouched to my height, as soon as I pulled onto his tux. His mouth slightly open. Looking like he was about to go in for a kiss. I step back and smiled.

"I have to use the restroom. Be right back" I said. I walked to Scar, where she was with Cole dancing, to let her know where I would be, just in case she got worried.

"Want me to come with you?" She asked.

"No, just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't go into a full panic" I laugh. She smiles as she wraps her arms back over Cole's neck, swaying to the music. I can feel Zion was still eyeing me. I felt it this whole dance. It gives me shivers. How does he expect me to move on from him if he keeps looking my way? He did well enough during school, so why now? Right when I decided to become ready to get a hold of myself. Right when I said I'd have to be ready to move on from him. As I sat on the bathroom stall, I looked at the Z and traced it with my fingers. It's starting to fade, but you still can see it clearly. It just lost the red color, I still see the lines, but it's getting closer for me to be fully ready to move on from Zion. I'm tempted to re-trace it just so I could have a little more time, to be more prepared to accept the truth that Zion and I are not going to be together. Part of me hopes that it's just like this for a year or so, hoping that Zion will come back. That this was just a fight, that needed time to heal. A misunderstanding that will someday be a time we move on from. I walk out of the bathroom and all I could do is think of wanting to let go of him even faster, but I also wanted to talk to him one last time. But most of my thoughts were telling me to cut.