She is beautiful. Never in my life have I seen a woman so gorgeous. I stare at her like I'm in a trance. I must be, because it's impossible to look away. Her red lips. Her soft closed eyes. He long blonde hair. Her hips. Her hands in the red sparkly...
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I sit outside the hotel for who knows how long. I can't think. I keep spiraling. Should I just abandon my duty? No. I can't do that, but the way Ashely looked at me is tearing me apart. My sweet Ashley hates me. It's the worst feeling I've ever felt. I want to throw up. I keep my head in my hands. I can barely feel the small waterdrops hit my head. I'm too absorbed in my own thoughts to even feel cold. That's when I hear footsteps coming towards me. For a moment I think it's just someone passing by but then the footsteps stop right in front of me.
"Michael?"
That voice. I know it. It's gentle, light, and slightly squeaky. I slowly look up from my hands and see Steven. His blue eyes look at me with a concern I've never seen before. I'm relieved. Not because someone found me but because it's Steven. Not James. Steven.
I love James. He's like a brother to me, but James is... intense. I look up to him. I really do, but James is all fun and games. He doesn't understand emotions and he hates I'm with Ashley. Steven has always been the quiet type, but he's always been there. He understood my feelings when no one else could. If it was James who stood in front of me right now, I'd be as good as dead, but it's not. It's Steven.
There's a moment of silence where he just looks at me sitting outside in the rain. The sympathy is practically radiating off him. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't question what happened. He doesn't say he's sorry. He just walks over beside me and slowly glides down the brick wall until he's sitting next to me. Without a word he wraps his small arm around my shoulders, and I just break. My body starts trembling as I bury my face in his shoulder and the tears just start falling. At first, I try to suppress my sobs but then his hand comes up to cradle the back of my head and everything just comes out like a waterfall of sadness. For a moment imagine it's Ashley holding me, but when that just makes me sob even harder, I try to forget what happened. I feel bad for Steven's clothes because it's defiantly ruined now. Steven doesn't say anything he just rubs my back. He's giving me the support I need without asking any questions.
After a long moment I finally lift my head from his shoulder. I still don't understand anything I'm doing, and I hate the universe right now. Steven Slowly stands up and holds his hand out for me to take. "Come. Let's go to the club" he mumbles in that quiet voice of his. I nod my head softly and take his hand. It's a little difficult for him to help me up since I'm larger than him but he manages.
We walk to the club that we've been to every night since we got here. The one where I met Ashley. Steven holds the door open for me as we step inside. The warm air hits me like a punch. The club is packed with our soldier buddies because tonight is the last night where we don't have to worry about death and grenades. The talking is loud and there are glasses filled with beer on every table. I look towards the stage, almost expecting to see Ashley but all I see is the band and that piano guy we took to the doctor. His name was Will, right? Or something like that. I look at him for a moment, almost expecting a glare but when he sees me, he only looks at me with sympathy. I freeze for a moment, meeting his blue-eyed gaze. I still remember what he told me when I carried him home. He told me he'd hang me if I hurt Ashley. I definitely hurt Ashley, but he doesn't seem aggressive towards me at all. Does he not know? Or is it because I'm leaving to fight in the war?
