Sealing and Breaking

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The party was loud and crowded, filled with people he didn't know, and didn't care to know. Loud pop music blared throughout the giant house, dancing bodies filling up the hallways and the main room. Pretty girls smiled sweetly at him, pulling him to their little groups to ask him questions.

They motioned to his nose piercing, asking if it was real and asked if he had any tattoos. It took him long enough to escape in order to look for the girl. He searched past the game tables and loud main room that was filled with music that sounded like Justin Bieber. Girls gently tugged at his shirt, trying to get him to dance, but he simply brushed them off. 

He couldn't seem to find her anywhere, and when he finally gave up. And as he headed past the bar and indoor hot tub, she was emerging from a back room, shame painted on her face in the shade of a bruise

Snow fell softly outdoors, and he managed to walk far enough into the massive backyard that he couldn't hear the pop music anymore. He sat on a simple stone bench, relishing in the silence. The words to Helena ran through his head as he wished that they would stop playing Justin Bieber inside of the house.

The sound of soft feet on snow caused him to look up, only to see her in the halo of light emanating from the house; a broken angel standing alone in the snow. Night had fallen about an hour ago, plunging the neighborhood into darkness. She was wearing a long-sleeved black dress and leggings with matching faux fur boots. A string of red and brown feathers was clipped right behind her ear on the shaved side of her head.

She sat down next to him, aware that he was slightly angry at her. "I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize. I'm not mad at you." He folded his hands in his lap, glancing up at the bruise sitting on the side of her jaw. "Did it hurt?"

She didn't respond, instead focusing on making patterns in the snow with the toe of her boot as her heart began to beat faster.

"Are you ever going to break up with him?"

She sighed, pushing her hair over her shoulder. The motion made him bite his lip, and he suddenly wanted to run his fingers through her gorgeous hair.

"Probably not."

Those words both sealed and broke his heart at the same time, forcing his gaze down. He finally let out a cruel chuckle.

"Why? Do you even like all of this shit? Do you even like him?"

She looked up at the dead trees, chewing on her lip ring. "I-it's just that it's all my parents are proud of me for. They really like him."

"There are so many other things that you do that they can be proud of. And are you even having fun here? I mean, you're sitting out here with me, not hanging out with him. And you know, whenever you even talk to him you look miserable!"

"I suppose...I don't mind it. And he isn't...he doesn't...I don't know." She still didn't look at him and it was starting to frustrate him. He took a hand and placed it on her cheek, turning her head to meet her eyes. 

"That's not what I asked. I asked what you liked to do."

She blushed, turning her face away again. She began playing with the tips of her hair, making him want to pull her close and kiss her all the way down her neck. "I-I like hanging out with you." She whispered.

"Then why do you stay with him?" He asked, turning away from her to stop the urge. She stuttered for a moment but finally managed to find her words.

"I-I told you, my parents really like him."

"Even though he fucking hits you."

Her eyes widened. He had broken because he couldn't keep it inside anymore. It was just so enormously unfair that her boyfriend-that asshole-could have her and he couldn't. And he wanted her badly, definitely more than her boyfriend did.

Her chest grew tight and she squeezed her eyes tight. "Even though he hits me."

He looked over at her, shifting his position so that he could fully face her. She refused to look at him, staring directly at the trunk of a tree sitting just across from them.

"Do I deserve it?" She asked, her voice barely amounting to a whisper. That question broke his heart even more than it already was. He sighed and stood up, cupping her face in his hands, forcing her to look into his eyes.

"No, you don't. But the longer you stay with him, the more it seems like you're asking for it. You deserve...you deserve to be free. I know you, and I know that if you leave him, you'll be ten times happier. I promise." He stooped over her, placing a kiss on the top of her forehead before leaving her alone there in the snow.

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