Invisible String

Labyrinth

The fabric of the dress clung to your figure, making any curve or point you had that much more dramatic. The color made your eyes shine and the way your hair rested in a lazy updo made you look and feel like a work of art. As if Aphrodite herself woke up and sprinkled some beauty on you to make this look natural. But no matter how much you tried to recognize the person in the mirror, you couldn't be sure it was truly you or what you actually looked like.

It felt...weird to be so dressed up. All for an "End of the year" banquet that was being held for you and your coworkers, including Dorothy. Because she was the first one to tell you about it, you thought it was being funded by G.H.O.S.T., hoping you would be able to go with Megatron, or at least be able to see him there, but no. It was being hosted by the state for the park rangers. And since you didn't have anything to do for most of the month, you joined the decor team. You hoped and wanted to keep your days busy since you hadn't been needed on the skeleton crew for the season (only being called as a backup for if someone was sick or extra hands to keep the snow at bay) so you had spent the better half of the last two weeks at the mansion of a local millionaire, setting up the extravagant ballroom with the other members of the team. They had gossiped with you about the whole event, apparently this was only the third year of it happening and it was being advertised to the other local wealthy as a way to show charity to the community, in hopes it would be a spring event as well.

By the end of the week though, you planned on showing up, eating, watching awards be handed out, and then dipping. When you had mentioned going alone there were some weird looks but after Charlie, the seemingly leader of the group, asked about your rumored relationship with one ex-leader of the Decepticons (a question that had you sputtering and blushing) the others started to get the hint.

It truly held no interest to you to be at an event where you would have to watch happy couples dance around while you sat on the sidelines and wished for something you could never have. Even after everything you and Megatron had talked about so far, including a future that was starting to become more tangible to you, there was still a part of you that was craving something more. You wished he had been born a human, no matter how selfish that made you feel. You could see the sadness in your eyes from the mirrors reflection as you thought that. A flash of disappointment that you couldn't shake. If you stayed here, this is how it would be. For the rest of your extended life, you would always have a line you would never be able to cross with him.

Or you wished you had been born of his kind. Then at least you would have more time to figure out your feelings and then have millions of years left to enjoy each other's company. Instead, you would most likely spend the next 999 years going back and forth on knowing and not knowing where you stood with him, and then get a year of bliss.

Even then you knew you were far too gone, because that sounded reasonable to you. That a mere 365 days could make your whole existence worth it.

A honk coming from outside startled you, and you made your way to a window that was facing the small driveway, seeing the flashy yellow paint job of the Autobot's resident scout. That's when a random nervousness settled in your stomach. One you couldn't place, but somehow it felt like embarrassment mixed with an out of place shyness. You didn't want to go to begin with but now knowing that people would see you...only made you want to curl up under your bedsheets and pass out.

But you took a deep breath, put on a brave face and walked to your front door. Your shoes were heeled but only to what you could comfortably handle which made walking down the metal stairs only slightly harder than normal. So, when you reached solid ground, you didn't have to adjust much, even with the snow that lightly dusted the walkway. It had been recently shoveled so you were able to walk towards your ride with little issue. The back driver side door opened on its own as you approached, and relief flooded your veins as you saw the Malto couple was driving with you.