we're young and dumb.
it's been a few weeks since they've seen each other, since they let the booze do the talking, since they felt each other's warmth under the moonlight.
but tonight was different from the rest, she finally came. for some reason just seeing her makes him happy, makes him feel something. "miss me, pretty boy?" she asks playfully. god did he miss her voice.
"what makes you think that?" he looks over at her, her appearance the same as all the other nights. "that little gleam in your eyes when you saw me."
"the lights from this tacky bar." he states simply, as if trying to defend himself from the truth. "i know damn well it wasn't the lights from this place." she giggles.
"do you want to leave this place?" she asks, her hand brushing against his.
he shrugs, "why not?" he smiles innocently.
the question that started it all and ended it all.
