Warning: Mild sexual content, please proceed with caution.
"If you can change one moment in your life, what would it be?"
I stared at the words on the letter, mesmerized.
The letter was left on the front door, someone knocked on the door as if their life depended on it, and ran off.
"What a scam,"
I was tempted to throw the paper away, but the words seemed to whisper into my soul, begging me to believe them.
I sighed, and placed the letter on the table.
I think to myself, trying to remember a moment that I wished to change.
Ah, yes.
The party, back when I was in grade 11.
It was Saturday night, and a friend of mine had begged me to come to a party with them.
It was near Brookyard Street, close to the school.
I remembered wearing a sleek dark dress, walking in those uncomfortable high heels I had "borrowed" from my mom, and walking up to the street.
The house was huge, perhaps you could even call it a mansion.
The yard had a literal fountain in it, and multicolour lights flashed across the marble walls of the mansion. Music boomed out from the speakers outside, laughter and shouts filling the street.
I remembered thinking to myself that the neighbours weren't going to like it.
I walked towards the lawn, and stood awkwardly beside my friend, who was an extroverted, popular girl back in the days.
Then, I saw him.
He was handsome, to say the least, with silky midnight dark hair, pale skin, brilliant eyes.
I never truly believed in love at first sight, but here I was, looking at the most gorgeous man ever.
He glanced at me, and smiled, walking closer.
"Hi, name is Jackson," he raised a hand for me to shake.
"...Claris," I shook his hand. It was gentle and warm.
The memory became hazy, only snippets of what happened.
Talking.
Laughter.
Hands brushing against each other.
Drinks.
The High.
And then the kiss.
Then him dragging me to a room.
I sat on the soft bed, feeling the silky blankets under me.
The breaths we exchanged.
His hand brushed across my naked stomach.
The kiss was heated, his touch so alluring.
The sounds we made went unnoticed by the partygoers because of the pounding music in my ears.
His hands brushing against my chest.
Then the thrusts.
The memory stopped.
I blinked, opening my eyes and coming back to reality.
I tilted my head to look at the letter and gasped.
On the paper, under the text, was a date.
A date I had loved and regretted.
2017-06-18.
The day of the party.
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this is why I don't write romance guys.
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