Flashback; First Love

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Ashley's POV

What a day. I'm not that tired because I found myself enjoying what I did. Being the white swan is amazing.

While I was dancing the part where I felt how it's like to be a swan-- not the part where she fell inlove, the white swan who's trying to get out of the spell so she could live freely and get herself far away from whoever it is who's after her made me feel wonderful indeed.

I wish I was just a swan so that I can be alone if ever that's what I wanted to.

But I guess that's not what I want.

This necklace I'm wearing that has a pendant of a key with white diamonds is probably the only thing I desire and treasure. I can't forget who gave this to me.

Since that field trip day in Junior year with the mask ball, I met someone like me.

He also hates people, he probably never even can take the mere presence of a girl. Like he'll be snapping when he gets to see one. He sees the inner side of a girl. He can describe the personality of one. He can tell what type of a girl that girl is, and he can tell that every girl is the same. Which is right.

But in some point he came to me. When it was the time where all of us are supposed to dance rock or whatever I was sitting in the corner of the ballroom wearing a long sleeve white flowy dress.

Since it was a black and white ball, I had no make up on, I've never tried to put on one on any part of my face. My hair was just natural I didn't even bother to fix it into something attracting. It was hot in there making my cheeks colored pink for it makes me feel hot along with my red lips, not that red just the natural reddish-- whatever.

As I spotted the guy standing alone just a few tables from me, I can tell how he would much prefer being alone than to be dancing in there too.

He was tall, so tall like an prince charming-- yeah right. He was quiet I can tell, and he has this features that can be so-- irresistible.

Not that I care. I never got an interest into a guy before, ever, and it'll never happen. I said so myself. But when he came walking to me asking why I won't dance--

"I really don't like dancing in a place so crowded with drunk or not-so-drunk students around me." I replied to the guy not recognizing his voice because I'm really not that interested at first.

"Yeah I can tell. Me too, and I also can tell of even how much beautiful you can be, you still can't find anything amusing nor interesting about yourself." He said with a smile taking the seat beside me.

"Am I that easy to read?" I asked smiling back seeing the girls who just passed infront of us and making an attempt to flirt with the guy seated next to me, laughing so loud.

"You can say that." The guy said and suddenly changed the mood.

"Oh. You don't like girls too huh." I said

"Yeah. That's right." He replied.

"Join the club." I said and I changed mood too.

"Atleast there's someone like me in this errotically fucked up world." He said putting his hands on his pocket, shrugging his shoulders and looking at his feet

"It's amazing how'd you just figure out that most-unbelievabe statement too." I stated to look at him.

How come I can't recognize him? Even with his voice, I can't.

Is he new here or something because I've been with these folks for like, forever. We're like schoolmates and classmates since grade school.

He wears a black suit. His mask is so black I can only see nothing but his blue eyes but still I can't--

That's the time when he stood up and offer his hand for me to take it and dance. I don't know why I did it, but I took it.

He took me to the dance floor when a slow music played. He puts my left hand on his shoulder, holding my right hand and his on my waist. I rest my head on his chest as he begins to sway us to the music. We were dancing like we're a couple that's so comfortable to look at. I felt so-- relieved, happy, like I'm feeling so light that I can soar up in the sky in no time But most of all I felt weak.

God, I've never felt anything like that, like I'm ready to leave everything behind and depend on someone I barely even knew-- I don't want that to happen.

When I got carried away with my thoughts I know I heard him sniffling. Oh my god was he crying? What's happening?

"What's wrong?" I said trying to look at his buried face on my shoulders.

"I've never danced with anyone. Just as I never found someone who could understand me." He said looking at me.

He looks so-- sad, and happy at the same time.

What is going on.

It's like it just happened so fast like the speed of light. Then suddenly came to this. I don't know how to handle this kind of situation. I don't know how to be what a person or any other girl would do in times like this.

We suddenly stopped dancing and he was getting something in his pocket. He tried to put this around my neck and he made me face him and he kissed me--

Yeah and just like that he kissed my forehead before leaving the room leaving me still processing of what just happened.

I'll ask again, what just happened?

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That's what happened that night and I never really got to see him again.

I don't miss him, I wasn't hurt. Though I didn't even knew his name. Not his background, where's he from,  what is he, what's his goals or whatever. Yet he kissed me and left me hanging.

But I still can't believe that irresistible guy was my first kiss. I don't regret it. I'm actually happy for the first time that he made me feel that way. I didn't think of him much lately because this key I'm wearing.

No matter he's here or he'll be here or not, this key is my First Love.

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