I feel a flush rising. I came to sit in the same room, watch the same screen, swoon, etc etc. I saw a chance, though, and took it. It was meant to be a passing comment, a moment of praise, something to be heard and accepted before moving on.
Admittedly my words came out rushed. If they ended up lost to the bustle of activity, if he continued on – survivable. Heartbreaking, a bit, but survivable. Instead they garnered recognition. He blinked, and - heart be still - paused mid stride.
And then frowned.
"Forgettable?"
It might've been better if he hadn't heard me. He thinks I just slighted him. He licks his lips and works his jaw, the scowl never leaving his face. When I can finally swallow down the horror of the thought that he thinks I hated his performance enough to tell him in an off the cuff comment maybe I'll be able to speak.
Disappointment colors his reply, most of which I don't hear for wanting to die right here and now in the back hallway of the theater.
"UNforgettable." I breathe the word out, not nearly loud enough. I'm bright red now, I know it. "Unforgettable! It was an unforgettable performance! I - I loved... it... The whole thing. I..." Want to find the redo button. Why doesn't life have a redo button?
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TWH: Word Prompt Challenges
FanfictionWherein a word or phrase can be the start of something fun and wonderful. Some are simply stand-alone ficlets or drabbles. Some link up with published stories. Some end up previews for things yet to come.
