Alone Together(AU):
Connor's POV••
The rich and the poor.
Two different people living on two halves of society.
On the left, there are people who get up early to go to work for more than half of the day and only earn 1/4 of what they pay for rent. Wore down apartments with minimum clean water and only get to eat a crumb of a cracker.
And on the right is the rich. Having big houses and living in comfort, getting everything they want with the snap of their fingers. Wearing freshly ironed shirts and newly polished shoes, and never having a piece of hair sticking out and always maintaining their posture.
But not all people are the same.
I stood on the marble balcony inside my house, watching the sea of people walk in through the main doors. Dancers, actresses, models, musicians and even common people showed up just to have a taste of the 'simple' life. I fixed my blazer and smoothed out the wrinkles of my shirt. This was a usual routine. Whether my parents were here or not, there would always be a party to host or a party to attend.
I walked down the steps, the chandelier shining over my head as I greeted people right and left.
Ladies tried getting my attention and gentlemen trying to get ahold of me so we could do business, but there was only one person who had my attention even from afar.
She was slightly swaying her hips back and forth to the music being played and she tilt her head back as she laughed to something that was told to her. I pushed my way through the crowd, trying to get to her but to only get stopped every 5 seconds for a 'Hello Mr.Franta,' or, 'Looking splendid Franta.'
I just nodded at every word that was spoken to me, or smiled just to be nice, but not paying attention. I finally approached her, still wearing my million dollar smile.
"First time I see you here." I say as I grab her hand and kiss it.
"Well not all of us live like you, to go every weekend." she replied, still having that same spark in her eyes just like she did 3 years ago. We stood there not saying a word, and I eventually forgot where I was until a person saluted me yet again.
"You look beautiful." I complemented her. She blushed under the strobe lights and looked down at the floor like she always does.
"You know," I began saying walking closer to her.
"I miss us."
She sighed and looked at me.
"Connor, it was different when we were children. Nobody would say anything but now I can't do anything without people critiquing everything I do. It's just not that simple."
"It doesn't have to be complicated, we can do whatever we want." I said touching her cheek. She turned her head to avoid looking into my eyes.
"Let's be alone together, we can stay young forever." I whispered quoting her favorite song. A small smile played on her lips but it was quickly replaced with a serious frown.
"Because everything is easy for you. I can't run away. I have a family to maintain, a sick mother that I have to take care of when I'm not working part time as a maid." she said trying to pull away from my grasp.
"Just think about it. You and I, doing whatever we want with no worries or responsibilities." I said pulling her closer. Her lips were pressed tightly together and she refused to even glance at me.
"Please think about it. Give me a call when you've decided." I quickly said and easily disappeared into the crowd, not letting her argue back.
After the party I waited and waited. I spent days, weeks, months and years waiting for her call, but she never did call. And one day on a cold December morning, I woke up and passed by the daily newspaper that always sat on the large kitchen table and saw the bold title of the headline.
"Y/N Y/L/N Gets Married To Millionaire Chase Aviary."
And there it was.
A picture of her wearing a stunning wedding dress and holding the hand of a guy, facing each other and smiling.
When I first saw this I thought it was a mere stupid joke and she would pop out and finally say yes, that she would run away with me, but then I realised this was real.
I carefully put the article down and stood in the middle of my kitchen, trying not to cry, but it was too late. A tear fell onto the paper and I wiped away the tears that were falling with the heel of my hand, and controlled myself. The tears stopped, but the splitting of my heart didn't.
She's married now. And there is nothing I can do about it.
She never called and she never will call.
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A/N: I watched The Great Gatsby and got inspired so I wrote this. Hope you liked it.
