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One of my legs was crossed over the other, my head resting in my palm as my elbow dug into the table. It was cold, chills slowly running up my arm as I held back a shiver. I felt absolutely wrecked, And I hadn't even had any alcohol yet. My head was pounding, I felt like my mascara should be running down my face, my cheeks sticky from tears. But after everything I found out over the past few months, I was really desensitised to the things I saw tonight.
"I'm sorry... I ruined your... night..." The thing sat opposite me broke the silence, his mask was off. I could see his face. And I could hear his voice more clear too. I preferred when he had his mask off... everything felt more normal. Even though he wasn't. With mischief in his eyes and the ghost of a teasing smirk he slowly slid a tall glass of prosecco my way. The bubbles fizzing to the top as a edible hibiscus flower sat at the bottom of the glass.
I lifted my head letting my arm rest and land on my lap. God... he knew me too well. The edge of my lips curled upwards as I looked at him, my fingers curling around the glass. In the short time he knew me, he knew me dangerously well. I originally came out for a drink. But after... what happened the once lively bar was left a wreck. Glasses smashed, clothes and bags left, lights broken and flickering. The place abandoned besides from us. But it was oddly nice. Just us.
"Until next time," I teased, keeping my eyes connected to his as I raised my glass before I connected my lips to the glass and downed the drink and ate the flower with it. Because I knew this wouldn't be the last. And with how my life was going, I would soon end up exactly like him.
So lets enjoy it while it lasts.
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