When We Collide (on hold until August)

When We Collide

**Prologue**

"Maybe. I'm Pitch Black."

"Pitch Black? As in, the Pitch Black?"

"Depends on which Pitch Black you're talking about doesn't it." He smiled coldly, but the coldness was not directed at me. It indicated the conversation was finished.

His distant manner, the walls he seemed to have built around himself were calling out to be breeched. I wanted to know his secret, why he held back, refused to let himself smile.

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I closed my eyes and place my arms on his shoulders, he his on my waist. I swayed to the music and lost myself, just as I had wanted right in the beginning. I felt a surge of this strange, unexplainable, calming happiness through me, and I knew I had him to thank for it.

"Thank you." I smiled at him, and he smiled back. His first genuine smile rather than his usual poker face, smirk or brooding expression. It was a nice change, and I felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach to know I had drawn it from him. I closed my eyes and sighed with satisfaction and when I opened my eyes, just like that, he was gone.

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