Fabric Heart

Prologue

You were extremely nervous. No other phrasing could even be used to describe this moment exactly. Sitting in the back of the room by the punch bowl in your (f/c) dress you stared at the floor waiting for someone to notice and maybe ask you to dance. Well actually, you were hoping for a particular someone to ask.

Every once in a while you lifted your head up to see if you could find him, but each time he was nowhere within your sight. The feeling of disappointment was beginning to creep its way in when someone decided to clear their throat to get your attention.

This time when you raised your head you found yourself looking at the boy you had been hoping to see all night. Sabo. The blonde boy had a slight pink blush on his cheeks, his head was turned away from you in embarrassment and his hand was reached out, palm up, in front of you. Seems like you're not the only one who's nervous.

"May I have this dance?" he stuttered out.

A soft smile spread across your lips at the adorable behavior of the boy in front of you as you stood up and took his hand.

"You most certainly may."

As a romantic song began to play the two of you held each other close and slowly waltzed along with the tune. When you finally got him to look you in the eye he was as red as an apple.

"You look beautiful tonight." He stated.

"And you're as handsome as always."

The poor boy began to stumble over his words trying to keep the conversation going but then suddenly...

Rippp....both of you looked down to find that he had accidentally stepped on and torn a piece from the bottom of your dress. But, before you could freak out Sabo knelt down and picked up the piece that had torn off. He then proceeded to carefully fold the piece into a heart shape and taking a pin from a nearby decoration, attached it onto his suit's breast pocket.

You stood shocked at the odd romantic gesture before a large grin spread across your face. You and Sabo then proceeded to enjoy each other's company for the rest of that night and for a long time afterwards.

But that had been a long time ago when the two of you were still small children, innocent of how cruel the world could be. Now you were a strangely jaded young woman who ran away from your noble home in search of someone whom everyone else believed had died. You never wore those god awful dresses anymore but kept the fabric heart close at all times as a reminder of your first crush.