Moonstruck

11 | one in a million

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NASH

I've been enchanted by a certain blonde.

Without my consent, River Fontaine waltzed her way into my life. Consumed my every thought with her golden hair, water-color eyes and the signature ravishing smile that never leaves that pretty mouth.

Many wish to possess a speckle of her beauty but even more envy her cheerfulness. Looks and personality, a killer combo that has become a rarity to find these days.

But I'm not to be fooled. As someone who once played the carefree role as well, I am certain there are secrets to be unravelled. A dark side luring in the shadows, waiting to be revealed.

The optimistic, smile-through-it-all bullshit act doesn't work on me. Not when I know better. And how could I not, when I've had years to observe everything— her.

One thing I know for certain, the Fontaine's are not to be trusted, much less adored. Like in their business, there's something rudimentary about that family.

Unfortunately, it seems I'm the only one out of my friends that sees that. They're all mesmerised by her, falling into whatever spell it is that River Fontaine carries around with her.

I myself have been a victim of it before. All moments where my judgement was lacking and I could only be ridiculously blinded.

Keeping a distance has often felt like the most sane decision. Prevent any more slips of seconds when my walls almost crumble unwisely. But something inside me doesn't allow me to do that.

A twisted hidden part of me craves to discover every little thing that makes River herself. Know all the deepest darkest secrets, the demons she carries, as well as the regrets and dreams.

Maybe if I attempt to get close enough will have a double win. Getting what I want— no, what I need— to end that family and satisfy my obscure desire to know the real her.

Perhaps it's cruel, but there's is one thing dearer to me than anything else. My family. I will always do whatever I have to, to make sure they're all okay.

Speaking of, I snap my attention back to reality as my younger brother bursts through the door of my hotel room. No knock, no heads up. Typical Jacob.

"Did the phone do something to you?" he points at the device I'm gripping rather harshly in my hand.

My hold loosens, "I was simply in deep thought, something you could learn to do one of these days."

"I don't know when it was that you started using my own lines against me, but I don't like it." Jacob shakes his head, nose scrunching as if I'm a stranger.

"Deal with it." I shrug.

"I do," he states, holding me with a puzzled look as he clarifies, "But Mom, on the other hand...she's been worried about you as enough as it is, try to let her have this one night."

His words hit me like a slap, "You won't even realise I'm there," I reassure him, my smile tight as well as my shoulders.

My brother is left confused as I catch sight of our parents exiting the elevator. Mom is in a long dark blue gown and a Dior purse, which match Dad's tie.