[TAENYFic] Grow old with me?

22>Denial

Tiffany is not long black hair and twinkling hazelnut eyes. She is not something out of a storybook, an eccentric fairy queen, and when she spins in the courtyard with leaves blowing around her and tiny bells chiming in her hair, she is not beautiful.
And of course Taeyeon doesn't dance with her, because she's self-respecting and fifteen and there's something utterly mental about dancing in the middle of a courtyard. It's not the sort of thing aspiring idols do.
Taeyeon is not anything special. She is not a princess or a knight, and she does not practice dancing long into the night. She does not spend her time worrying that she will be inadequate, that she will let her parents down when they needs her most, that she will make a fatal mistake and spend the rest of her life wishing everything was different.
But she is standing in beams of sunlight and a whirlwind of golden-red leaves, and the laughter of the students around the courtyard is something strange and distant. She does not think that maybe the new strange girl is onto something - that she can't remember the last time she had nothing to worry about and could do whatever she liked.
Tiffany stops in her spin with one hand poised above her head, the other stretched out toward Taeyeon. Her smile is not warm and her bells do not sound like something out of a storybook.
"Would you like to dance with me, Taeng?" Her voice is not full of laughter. She is not beautiful.
She folds Tiffany's small hand in her smaller one, feeling ringed fingers close around her own, and tells herself that she does not envy her. That she's not falling.
But she did. They did upon the pastel coloured foliage. She pretended that she did not laugh. That she wasn't happy.
She was.
It wasn't love. Not yet anyway.

Story about denial. Cute, nah? Hehe