𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄?

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I fell in love with a boy who's name I don't know.

It's a foolish thing, I know, but how can I regret it when it felt and still feels so right?

That night, I made a mistake. I should've introduced myself. Or forced him to tell me his name. But I didn't. I was savoring the moment for too long.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

It all started at the Annual Halloween Party in the Dome Penthouse in New York. My mom had dragged me to the event as her plus one, but ditched me when she noticed her friends.

I was dressed in a bodycon ladybug costume, standing in the middle of the dance floor, looking like a lost puppy rather than a 17 year old girl. I was just starting to enjoy myself, when some drunk guy ran into me and I spilled orange soda onto my costume.

I immediately ran out of the room and squeezed myself into the first elevator available before clicking the button for the top floor.

When the door opened at last, I eagerly stepped out of the elevator to get some fresh air. The roof was just a balcony overlooking the cars below. It was oddly peaceful out here, and there was just one other person here leaning against the railing.

Yup, you guessed it, the boy I was soon to fall for.

He's got nice thighs, I thought, as I walked up beside him.

And a nice butt.

I pulled off my mask and looked down at the night below, the cars too small to see, only the flashing lights giving them away. It felt nice to be on top and not be the one looking up. Whether it was the sky or at other successful and more fortunate people. It felt empowering in a way.

I smiled at the view and let out a sigh.

Then I heard the stranger beside me quietly laugh. "You're Ladybug." The mysterious guy chuckled in disbelief, or joy, I wasn't sure.

Startled, I turned my attention to him, only then noticing his costume. He was dressed in a traditional Cat Noir outfit.... with a lot more skin showing.

Not that I was complaining.

Half of his face was covered with a black mask, but I could at least tell that he was Asian, only his eyes and hair giving him away. He looked very similar to cat noir himself, though he had long brown hair rather than blonde and it was styled in such a sophisticated way. It made him look... elegant, with just a little bit of sass.

He also had a slight accent. His English was too perfect, as if he spent a lot of time practicing it. It wasn't very noticeable, but I caught onto it.

"I am?" I said, except it sounded more like a question.

He motioned to his costume and laughed. "I guess I found m'lady."

I couldn't help but laugh with him. What a beautiful coincidence.

"Must be fate." I teased.

The music blasting a few floors below us was just a quiet hum in the background, but he looked into my eyes and smiled, his gorgeous teeth flashing in the moonlight.

He offered me his hand. "May I have this dance then? M'lady?" His sarcasm was obvious, but I really needed to take my mind off how lame this party had become. So I took him up on his offer.

And just like that, it happened. I fell for a guy.

We spent the rest of the night talking, not once introducing ourselves, or even saying anything to give each other away. It was his idea, but still, I committed to it.

Though I did slip up and tell him my middle name, I knew that wouldn't make a difference.

The thought of revealing any other part of my life to anyone was still scary for me at the time. It was clear that he was rich, what with the way he held elegance in each and every one of his movements, and I didn't want to have him compare his life to mine. My mother had been just a small influencer at the time, with only a few thousand followers.

Such a first world problem, I know.

When I look back at it six months later, I have a lot of regrets, but mostly I'm just thankful that I got to experience that kind of love for the first time.

I fell in love with his voice, his height, his personality, his hair, his eyes whenever the moonlight would reflect in them, the warmth radiating from him when he gave me that hug, the firmness of his hand when he held mine. I could barely see him underneath that mask, not to mention that it was dark, but I didn't care. Just his smile made me feel queasy inside, and that was enough for me... at the time.

Now, I want nothing more than to meet him again. To get another chance to tell him my name, or maybe give him my number, whichever came first.

It was clear that I needed to move on, but was I ready for that when he's been in every aspect of my thoughts ever since?

No.

I wasn't.

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