𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 | 𝐏𝐑𝐍 ❦

𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

. PRINCE .

february 14th, 1984
chanhassen, minnesota

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I watched as Roxanne sat anxiously with her legs crossed and her dainty hands in her lap. She didn't bother to engage in conversation as we waited for the chef to finish preparing our meal. Instead, she took fascination in the wax candles that were places in various places around the dining room. Although the room was dimly lit, the atmosphere wasn't what I had hoped for it to be. It was obvious she wasn't interested in participating anything romantic but part of me knew that her aloofness wouldn't last long.

Her eyes would curiously wander on occasion, mildly observing the decorations of my living room being that she hadn't done so when she walked in. Once the chef served our food, her eyes seemed to glow at the sight of her favorite dish that had been freshly prepared for her.

"Prince," she gazed upward, knowing that I had aligned for her favorite meal to be prepared for her tonight. "Seriously?"

"What? You told me your favorite food was lobster. Is it wrong that I'm trying to please you with a dinner you actually enjoy?"

"N-No," she giggled before tilting her head and smiling. "I just...didn't expect you to remember, let alone care."

"Roxy, of course I care. I'll never not care. What you're interested in matters to me, y'know?"

She smiled softly and nodded before closing her eyes and whispering what I assumed to be a short prayer. Her eyes then fluttered open and happily, she began to eat her meal. I did the same, enjoying our comfortable silence as we ate. Our eyes would lock at random and the subtleness of her brown eyes hypnotized me in ways that were inexplicable. They were gentle, kind, and loving. Those eyes of hers were everything a man could want and more while looking into a woman's soul. I could feel my heart's beating becoming rather unsteady, which forced my eyes to linger away from hers and onto one of the paintings I had hung up on my living room wall.

"So," I cleared my throat, filling the empty glass in front of me with wine. "How's school goin'? You rarely ever talk about school with me nowadays, Roxanne."

"School is amazing," she answered with excitement. "I'm finally studying under the field I want to now and I couldn't be happier. I just...kinda wish it didn't take me completely cutting my mother out of my life for this to happen."

The small grin that sat on my face faded the more she explained her situation with her mother. It seemed as if she had more to say but cut herself short by continuing to eat her meal. I felt like I was treading on thin ice while thinking of ways to get her to speak about her mother more. I knew the two were in a heated argument around Christmas time while led for her to move to Mark's place but I didn't know she cut communication with her mother entirely.

"What do you mean 'cutting your mother out of your life'? I thought you two would've at least been talkin' by now," I voiced with concern. "Now that we're on the topic, you never really told me what happened."

"I don't tell you things about my personal life because majority of it doesn't hold value, like this for example. My mother is just...very evil-spirited in more ways than one and it took me until now to stand up to her. She disrespected Ronni one too many times and the moment I told to her to stop, all of a sudden I'm this evil child that's been brainwashed by my sister," she lightly chuckled to herself, which seemingly wasn't out of humor. "And don't get me started on how she calls me a sinner for wanting to go to the club with Ronni every now and then."