Lighting Up Your Heart

A Meeting Between Opposites

-(Y/N)'s POV-
Finally, I'm out of that shitty mansion. My mother and aunt wouldn't stop pestering me with stupid questions about where I was so late at night and why I was drunk. I had stormed out before they could ask anymore questions. As I walked through the streets, I noticed some stores still had their lights on. Who the fuck would shop this late at night? I thought. I continued to drunkenly walk down the once busy streets of Ramshackle, amazed by all the beautiful gowns and suits and pastries in shop windows. After walking past multiple bakeries, one caught my attention. I decided to buy at least one thing, but I knew damn well it wouldn't help with my hangover the next morning. Oh well. That's future me's problem now.
After finding the door, I stumbled inside and looked at the pastries. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I felt like I was finally safe in this cozy bakery. I examined the pastries and saw various mouth-watering options, from chocolate chip cookies to croissants. I so hungry that I didn't even know what to pick first. So after a while of deciding, I decided on some simple chocolate chip cookies and blueberry muffins.
I left the bakery and decided to head to a quiet place where I could be alone. The cemetery. Yes, I know people say it's haunted but I don't care. Hell, it'd be cool to meet a real ghost like they do in ghost stories. When I got to the rusty, abandoned cemetery gates, I walked right in without a care in the world. But as I walked deeper and deeper, I noticed someone resting against a gravestone. I walked towards them and asked while trying not to sound too drunk. "Can I join you for a few minutes?"
The person turned around to look at me. As I stared at the person, I realized exactly who they were. "You were-hic-were that person whose drinks I paid for right?" "Yeah, I guess so." The man said in an Irish accent while trying to light a cigarette. "You still haven't answered my question. Can I-"
Before I could finish, the man cut me off. "Fine, you can-hic-join me, but don't bother me."
I sat down next to the black haired man. "So," I asked, looking around at the empty landscape. "What's your name?" "I just said don't bother me." "I know but I just wanna know your name.." "Fine. If you must know, my name is Stone." "What's yours?" Stone asked. "My-hic-names (Y/N)."
"So -hic-... you want a muffin?" I asked, pulling out the pastries I got at the bakery. "Sure why not," Stone said as he grabbed a muffin. "Stone then pulled out a small bottle. "You want some scotch?" "How the fuck did you get that? I thought that shit was expensive." "It is. I just -hic- stole it from some rich ass douchebag." Stone said as he opened the bottle and took a long sip. He handed the bottle to me. I decided to drink some. What could go wrong? I tilted my head back and took a generous mouthful. The scotch tasted kinda woody, which somehow tasted good. "Damn, this is good. And strong."
I said as I took another sip. "Don't drink the whole fucking bottle will you? I still want some as well." Stone said as he snatched the bottle from my hand.
[2.5 hours later]
We were both drunk as fuck. We were slurring words and laughing our heads off at unfunny shit as we finished the entire scotch bottle between the two of us. The night flew by as we talked about our lives, friends, family, and our goals and aspirations. We laughed at our past mistakes and the stupid things we've done.
But as the night wore on, our conversation turned more serious. We opened up about our pasts, about our pain and our struggles. We talked about our fears and our insecurities, and we found that we related to each other on a deeper level than I ever expected.
And in that moment, I realized that I really liked Stone. But as much as I wanted to tell him, I was too scared to ruin what we had. But my drunk ass decided to do something stupid, something I shouldn't have done. I cupped Stone's face between my hands and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. My stomach felt like it had butterflies fluttering inside. After a few long agonizing seconds, I pull back and look away, embarrassed at my own actions. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. Why did I do that?! I barely even know this fucking man! The somewhat sober part of me thought.
    Stone just stared at me, looking surprised and a little bit shocked. It's clear he didn't expect me to do that. I can't read his mind, but I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. And the question is: Did I just ruin everything?
-Stone's POV-
When they pulled away, I just stared at them,  I feeling a mix of shock and confusion. The night air felt cold on my skin as I sat frozen, trying to understand what just happened. Was this a joke? Or were they serious? I seriously couldn't tell at this point.
     "I'm sorry," (Y/N) suddenly said, breaking the silence. "I don't know what came over me..." They looked ashamed and embarrassed. "I didn't mean to do that, it was just a stupid mistake."
I started at them for a while before somewhat coming back to my senses.
      We stood there in awkward silence for a few moments, both struggling to come up with something to say.
      "It was a mistake," I finally spoke up, my voice sounding harsh and slightly drunk. "Let's just forget about it and move on."
(Y/N) nodded in agreement, my mind still trying to process the events of that night.
      "Okay," (Y/N) said, the word sounding hollow in my own ears. "Let's never speak of this again."