"don't look at me like that."
"like what?" he said. he could be so very. i paused. the lump in my throat apparent.
"like you're in love with me."
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6 years earlier
i never did like parties. they suffocate me. the music helps though. it's soft and comforting. the drunk and frisky on goers ruin it. i can't ever have a good time with my friends when they're drunk.
the notes move through the air, between lavish skirts, winding through crystal chandeliers. i swayed to the music while standing alone in the corridor. i should be having fun. i like this, though.
someone tugged on my dress sleeve. i turn to a pair of emerald green eyes. beautiful.
"are you here all alone?"
i slowly shook my head while scanning his sculptured face. i took note of his long nose,harsh eyes, sharp jawline, brown hair. he's..basic. but perfectly imperfect.
"i'm here with my auntie." i lied. it's not that i don't feel safe around this man, i'm only intimidated and wish to protect myself. "and who's your auntie?" he said. i gulp and a moment of silence passes between us.
