Hello, Luna

Chapter 12. Soap And Mint

WARNING: SEXUAL REFERENCES. RAPE REFERENCES.

I woke up the next morning (Friday) sluggish. I opened my eyes and groaned. I checked the time. 3:35am. I grinned as my eyelids swooped back down onto my eyes and I fell asleep again.

I was at a party. A masquerade ball, by the looks of it. I looked at the dress that I was wearing. It dropped down to my ankles. It's completely black, but at the waist it turns into a scarlet lace that forms the straps. My mask was on my face, so I couldn't look at it, or else my identity will be revealed.
"Care to dance?" I hear a voice say behind me. I turn around, to see a man, my age, in a black suit. His mask was what looked like metal, covering half of his face. I didn't recognise him with the mask on. His hair was black and disheveled. His eyes are dark, his skin pale.

I shrugged. "Sure."

He took my forearm underneath his arm. I held his forearm softly, hoping he wouldn't mind.

"What's your name?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?" He inquired. "Isn't the point of this night to be a mystery? To have something special with somebody for but one night, and cherish the memory afterwards, because it will never be ruined?"

"Perhaps." I say. We are at the dance floor now, so I wrap my arms behind his neck. He places his hands on the back of my hip. "Or perhaps it's to be certain with how you feel to someone, because it's easier when you don't know them, and when you find out, because you will find out, eventually, you will know how you feel about them."

"Continue?" He asked me softly.

"Perhaps the mask represents something - secrets. Mystery, yes. Maybe it represents what you don't want people to know. If I wanted you to know who I am, this mask wouldn't be on my face right now. Perhaps the only reason we have a mask and fine dresses together is because we don't want to show who we are in our purest form. If you don't want me to know who's behind the mask, then maybe you are afraid of what's behind your mask."

He didn't speak, just swaying to the slow song. "What can I call you?" I asked him. "Your name for tonight?"

"Call me whatever you want."

"I want to call you Charming." I said.

"Okay... Honey." He stayed silent for a moment. "Also, if you don't mind me prying, you seem like you've been behind a mask before."

I sighed into his chest. "I have, charming."

"That's okay honey. I have, too."

My eyes fluttered open. I blinked a few times. A masquerade ball? Who was that guy? Who do you know that has a mask? Who do you know that is mysterious, has black disheveled hair and dark eyes. Who has pale skin and calls you honey?
Vegas.
But that doesn't mean that it was him in the dream, right? It could've been someone else, someone I don't know. It could've been a coincidence.
Really, honey?
It's like I could hear him talk, in my head. I shook my head and checked the time. 6:00. I rubbed my eyes. I need to get up now if I want to have a shower and dry my hair in the morning.

***

"Wait, so you think you had this dream about him, but you don't know what the dream means?" Vi said through my phone. I was walking to my locker at school.

"Exactly."

"And the fact that he looked like your friend Vegas and the fact that he called you 'honey' made you convinced?"